It is a beautiful Spring day. Later we are going to friends for a drink and I shall take a cardigan for the walk home. Our friends have a very "indoors is outdoors" garden and they have been cleaning it today and will have put the cushions out on the sofas and chairs. We have happy memories of our daughter in this garden. Jeff and Sabine liked Katy and were very kind to her. When she came out of hospital in 2014 and her lymphoma tests came back negative, they gave a barbecue in her honour. She was fond of them, too. The picture is of a winter evening in their house when we sat in front of their wood-burning stove and put our feet up. They are very much outdoor people. I enjoy being outdoors but like just as much to be inside; I love my iPod the way I loved reading books when I was able to do so. I am not a very sociable person.
Tomorrow I must bite the proverbial bullet and find a hairdresser and make an appointment for a cut and blow-dry. I have not had my hair done since January; I cancelled my last appointment because it was so soon after the vitrectomy. I wasn't pleased with the last two cuts with the stylist I've had for a few years so I am going to have a change. I have difficult hair; thick, double crown and cow-licks and a strong natural wave. I am beginning to look like Medusa. The hairdresser on the ground floor of this building has changed hands and I have noticed a very pleasant-looking stylist doing the hair of a woman older than myself. I shall give her a try, or at least show her the pictures of my hair how I want it and see if she will take me on.
I have the charity shop tomorrow and hope that Ethel will be there. We get on well and enjoy working together. I have not seen the authoritarian Gordon for some weeks. First thing Tuesday I am going to phone the dentist. A back molar has been twinging for some time and feels worse now. I am off to France soon and when I come back I cannot have a dental abscess because the eye surgeon will not operate if I do. Dan can drop me at the dentist and I shall get the bus back; I quite enjoy the bus ride. I don't make enough use of my free national bus pass and it is a wonderful thing to have. I may drive again after the second vitrectomy but it is not a thing I enjoy doing. I learned to drive because I was going back to live in the USA and had to think of my daughter's needs. It's hard to be a non-driver there.
Yesterday I had to look out my old diaries so that I could find some Internet information in one of them. I looked at the diary for 2012 and found that it was on January 29 that the falling out with my son happened. It was such a trivial thing; something I wanted to buy for him to which he took exception. I have tried to apologise but he refuses to believe that I am sincere. It cannot be helped. I shall always miss him. In the last message that I sent him I wished him well but I suppose that he will choose to disbelieve that as well.
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