I took this photo of San Miguel Church some time ago–with my iPhone as I haven't yet done anything about replacing my beloved dead Nikon camera. I loved how well it captured the blue skies and was reminded of it this afternoon, as I walked past and big fat raindrops fell from a dark sky. For the record, it isn't always blue skies around here, though for many days so far, the skies have looked exactly like this.
It wasn't blue skies for me last week either ... but that had nothing to do with the weather. I headed back to Texas, with assurances from a national moving company that I was all set for a move–I had decided it would be worth paying the $$$ to avoid 12-15 hours of driving a truck across Texas. To be safe, though, as a fallback plan, I also reserved a moving truck for just that purpose and some guys from a local mover to load the rest of my belongings into it.
The National Mover's representative, weaved and ducked via telephone for a couple days then finally, I talked to someone that told me that there was no way they had actually scheduled my move, nor could they schedule me for about 6 weeks ... and when time came to pick up the rental truck, despite my confirmed reservation, they had no truck for me. Since I now had no truck in which to be loaded, I apologetically cancelled the local movers and bought a very expensive airfare home.
About thirty minutes after my arrangements were made and paid for, the local moving truck company–to whom I had reached out 8 hours earlier–called me back to let me know they found a truck for me.
As I was deciding what, among everything still in Texas, I could bring back on the plane and packing a large suitcase, I spontaneously decided I couldn't stand my growing out bangs anymore, found some scissors and chopped them off. I thought I was trimming just enough for bangs just below my eyebrows ... what I got was at least an inch and a half shorter. I look like nothing so much as my second grade school portrait ... and it looks like those bangs could have been cut by the second grade me, too.
As soon as I did it, I knew I was acting out of that feeling that if everything else is out of my control, at least I can control my hair. It's a good thing that hair grows ...