Yeah, I do that as well, Cindy. Well, except I still use conditioner. Not a lot, but I'm a conditioner whore.

"What? I was being funny!"

I just wash whenever. But my hair was great with color before there started to be grays in it and those react differently so I guess I need to learn new tricks now.

Okay, must shower so that mom and I can be ready to go meet the uncle and uncle in law to dawdle in the Portland Museum of Art today. Mummies! And fun people I am related to! Hopefully light on the rest of the people though. Turns out I am less of a fan of those kind of people.

Also? Might snow. THE FUCK? I am making sure that I have no reason to need to leave the house after today until this threat of a frozen world is over.

I've got an almost Bonnie Raitt thing going on, with my greys. Mostly, my hair is still dark, and there's the occasional strand, but I can tell from the roots (which are way overdue) that isn't the case with my bangs. I'm tempted to let the color grow out, but I don't think I could take the getting-there part of the process.

I thought I found a few grays last night, but it was just the way the light was hitting. We don't go grey until prettylate in my family, though. I think my grandmother was about 60 when hers started changing.

My mom was fully grey at 20. My dad was bald at 30. I count myself lucky to only have a few white hairs at almost-40. They are pure white, which is cool, but I wish they were all together for the Rogue-style blaze.

...

I found out yesterday that a childhood friend of mine killed himself last month. I'm having trouble dealing with it. I mean, he was a fucked up kid, but the last time I saw him (5 years ago) he was married and had a child and a regular job and I really thought he was getting his shit together. I've been struggling with what to write to his parents all day.

Raq, I am so sorry for your loss.

I don't know what you can say to his parents other than to express your sympathy and sorrow--maybe something you always loved about him, and will always remember about him?

Raq, I am so sorry. I don't know what there is to say really. Cindy's suggestions are good.

Thanks, Cindy. (eta: and thanks, Cass). I'm trying for that, but every time I start to think about all our shared experiences I get miserable. He's supposed to always be there. I mean, he's been there since we were 9. Not like we were the best of friends or hung out or anything, but our paths always brought us together.

OK. Ima go stack some cats.

OK. Ima go stack some cats.

Remember to rub them against your head. The static electricity makes them stick together a bit and helps to keep the stack orderly.

What? I've got a couple of cats and more free time on my hands.

Stop putting the cats on the wall!!