A HAT LIKE MAD MAX'S.

Friday morning has arrived. I will say the same thing that I always say. Its seems like only yesterday it was Monday. Days whirling past me so fast. At least twice a week someone reminds me of the dreaded number that awaits me in about one hundred more days. I refuse to say it outloud. But I don't want to fuss too much or the powers that be might decide I don't need any more birthdays. We all know what that means. So I will suffer in silence. Please check out the picture at the top of the page. Mikayla has gotten to start school. Happy days. This was taken on her first day.

Its been a couple of days since my letter to God. So far there has not been lightening striking me but then I don't want to get to comfortable. It may not be over yet. I have quieted down a little the last few days. I have been trying to keep my mind off of it by wearing my new hat around the house. I am really proud of this hat. Its black and has sparkles. Its sort of crochet and sort of a Beanie but not really a Beanie. Have you got the picture in your mind? I have seen these hats on television. I have wanted one badly.

"Mad Max wears them to dance rehearsals on "Dancing with the stars." They sort of droop down in the back. Like one maybe a mad artist would wear. I happened on a site on the Internet that carried them. I wanted one. A black one. I couldn't afford it. But I bought it anyway.

I stand in front of the mirror trying it on. My wispy hair gathers under it and I look bald. I turn it a different way. Looking for the Charisma "Mad Max," has when he wears his. The charisma seems to be missing.

I have worn it all day yesterday but around the house. I need to get my bravery up a little before I venture outside. I'm thinking I need to wear it to the Bowling alley. My daughter would like that I'm sure. Seeing her Mother with a odd shaped beanie and looking bald. But the good part is that it has sparkles. Surely she would appreciate that fact.

Oh I know you don'' t have to quote the age appropriate rules to me. I've heard them many times. I looked through the rule book and can find no where it says a older lady cannot wear a hat with sparkles. Actually I think it does make me look artistic and mystic. I wish I had one in red too. To wear with my red cowboy boots, Whoop! I would be something in those two.

So I turn to leave Blogland. The light is flashing as usual against the dark morning sky. I look to see if there might be anyone around. I have on my hat. I'd like to show it off. I pass the store and see my reflection in the plate glass window. I smile, looking good. But for now folks, I'm outta here.