Friday, October 31, 2008

Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow!!!!!

Well the kids are off to school, Stephen is at work, and I am refreshed from a warm shower. I am going to relish in the solitude of our quiet home today.

Now I wish to share some thoughts you may think strange but bear with me. While in the shower these thoughts crossed my mind - I can’t wait for two things to begin sprouting once again: eyebrows and nose hairs.

It has been quite a dancing act since I have been trying to wash my little stumble of hair. My neck gets a good workout twisting and turning and craning backwards do avoid the shampoo streaming into my “baby blues”. My head feels more like a pinball machine than it looks like a cue ball. I did not realize how important the eyebrows were as the first line of defense to stop me from crying like our daughters when water gets into their eyes.

These past months, any slight sniffle would send me crazily running for a Kleenex. The Kleenex company must love this time a year especially with chemo patients. With the snow that some have experienced this week, I am not looking forward to the winter cold. I can’t help but imagine having the sniffles and have to go outside with the instant freeze – oh, happy winter, not!!!! I almost don’t care now how long those nose hairs can grow; just a few would be great.

I am not sure why I wrote this today but I hope that you enjoyed a little bit of what we like to call “Klein-Geltink” humour! Have an awesome day!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad that I'm not the only one on the planet that has a series of great thoughts & no one to share them with. Thanks Cindy. Enjoy God's gift of a second Indian Summer...I think He blessed us with it just because of you.
loving you in Jesus

Anonymous said...

Be careful what you wish for we've seen on "others" how long nose and ear hair can get! You with hair, what a weird concept after such a little time we've grown so used to the pinball.
Mom and I came here to read about you and hi, so "HI". (I had to come to her house. She's afraid I'll make her clean my house to make it even.)
We laugh with you guys, cry with you and pray for happiness in you, Steve and girls.

Love, Mom and Denise