GoldiLocks

Once in a while there is sort of dramatic sequence happening in my blog due to something unforeseen circumstances and you can't see it happening unless if you are a hacker. lol. ha ha.

See, I can laugh at this. I have to laugh have some comedy sort of rather than being grumpy and grouchy the whole day and next days to come. I don't like adding wrinkles to my face. No way. Truth, is don't have wrinkle yet on my face at age 56. I have gray hairs, rather call it silver hair. I started having gray hair (maybe about two or three) when I was age 14. When I saw one for the first time I pulled it out. I was scared at first then knowing my mother had gray hairs also at a very young age, so it's hereditary. Her hairs turned gray as in "mostly gray hairs and less black hairs" at age 40. Now all her hairs really gray, all gray and silver no black hair whatsoever. I don't know why she never dye her hair black. She's a mestiza so probably her hair was actually originally her locks.

Know why? I don't know why didn't bother asking her. Maybe its better for her because she gets the respect from younger generation or you can get the respect you need as "one of the old people, the seniors who are to be trusted, respected and be heard because senior citizens get the voice in a community."

For sometime, my "baby face, youthful appearance" had its menacing effect as in some people I don't know nor they know me personally can't believe I'm older than them. At place of work, some younger  workers thought  we are in the same age bracket. Or when I applied for work after I graduated from College, my youthful face seemed to be a bothersome. I have to apply thick make-up for me to look matured enough. When I was in College, security guards at the gate at the University usually  thought I was one of those High School students and I don't wear the uniform. Yuck! Darn it. it was always like that. I was already age 28 and even my own mother-in-law teased her own son that my husband is a cradle snatcher. lol. I should not dye my hair or let it all out.

I don't know why we have to call gray hairs when its white.

It's Thursday and what else to look forward to today is household chores as usual or spend time weeding out and preparing the floral bed for sunflowers as I already spent 2 hours and a half at the backyard yesterday under the heat of the sun cultivating the soil. It takes a lot of hard work. It's not funny.

This is my plan for the garden, along the wall (wooden fence) with the white wooden arbor where the trellis of climbing clematis will grow and climb. In between the two clematis plants are 12 ft. high sunflowers with 10 to 14 inches wide, enormous sunflower head. That big? Yeah I know can't believe that those sunflowers are hybrid and what to expect when it's just a plan. I'm not finish pulling all the unnecessary grass, pebbles and debris alongside the fence. It will take time.