One of these days I’m going to have to replace that picture over there. When the hair started coming back in after my skin cancer surgery 19 months ago, I knew there was just going to be a very long time of it looking goofy no matter what; why not grow out the bangs at the same time to match? Nothing else in all these years had given me the courage to spend a year looking bad, but hey, long as I’m there anyway….
So when the new hair got to the length of the bangs last February there you go. (And now there’s a new bunch growing in and it looks like I’m just starting to grow that part of my bangs out. Of course.)
Speaking of bangs, there was one at the window behind my head this afternoon and I turned just in time to learn that it takes three wing beats for a Cooper’s hawk to stand in the air and then U-turn after its still-fleeing lunch.
I got to see my hawk. Cool.