“Remoted” Day 328 (Sunday)

Wavy when wet.

Last week, there was mention of more snow for today, then midweek, I swear I saw a weather report that said there would be no snow. But, then, it was back On like Donkey Kong^TM (a registered trademark of Nintendo). Sunday plans for snowshoeing were shifted to Saturday, which turned out to be a great success.

The new curling iron, recently delivered from Prime, came complete with a tag bearing the thought-provoking message “Caution-this product can burn eyes.” I can’t figure out exactly how one would burn their eyes with a 1.5” barrel curling iron, but I burned my ear immediately on the maiden adventure. Setting number 15 of 30 is pretty danged hot. Parts of my hair are really wavy, and other parts are straight. This means it's being either straightened or curled to remove the bumps and tame the bushiness. In summer, putting it into a bun after the shower has the taming and curling effect, but it stays wet all day. In winter, the heat of the blow dryer is welcomed. 

Instrument of torture?

Today's exercise in hair styling and makeup was intended to minimize the chance of scaring anyone out in the world at large who might mistake me for a pasty corpse driving down the road. It was for naught when the day’s “play it by ear” tentative plan to go over to Mom’s became “maybe next weekend” when the snow was already falling around 10:00 am.

Snow fell all day and all evening. Several inches piled up. Stairs and walkways were cleared multiple times. One side of the driveway still had two feet of snow from last Monday’s storm. A late afternoon shovel session took care of the last of it, which now lives in the front yard snow mountain after having been heaved over the fence, one shovel full at a time. The snow shoveling workouts, free for the taking, keep on giving this week, and are probably the best free and convenient benefit of snowfall. Shoveling can be as meditative as mowing the lawn in the summer.

Potentially more
controlled when styled.

Between the hat and the hair exposed to the falling snow, the day's snow throwing ruined the hair styling, but it’s not like there were any substitute social plans. Instead of seeing Mom, Russet and sweet potatoes, carrots, and onions were oven roasted for the basis for as yet unplanned meals during the week. And many hours of Netflix were watched. Firefly Lane is really good. When that ended, it was on to The Sinner. I really need to find a way to be paid for all the evening and weekend hours of screen time. Maybe I should get with the times and use the modern parlance and find a way to "monetize" this activity. 

For now, TV screen time  is mostly mindless entertainment, although some shows do inspire emotion in my stony heart. Golden Girls is funny and makes me laugh. Firefly Lane brought tears several times. The Sinner has had a couple moments of squeamishness and averted eyes. It is entirely possible I may come out the other side of pandemic hibernation as some emotional, weepy human full of feelings and all that crap. Kind of scary.