I promise this will be the last time I write about shampoo, but there has been a “to be continued” that I did not expect.  As I write this a week after stating “I anticipate finishing off this bottle of White Rain today or tomorrow” the new bottle still stands by as my “shampoo in waiting”!  Every morning I look forward to emptying the old bottle, yet when I get in the shower the next day it looks like the same amount of shampoo remains.  At this point in time, it feels like I will be functioning with this broken cap forever.

It was in September 2021.  I do not remember the exact date, but early in the month.  I walked into a dollar store looking for something else and happened to notice that they sold shampoo.  I had emptied the previous bottle a while ago and was getting tired of using up old motel bottles.  You see, with hair like mine, virtually any shampoo will do.

I always disappointed my mother – and it is good that she is not around to read this – when I said, “I don’t remember much of my early childhood.” However, the statement is absolutely true. Take Thanksgiving, for example. I really do not remember what we did for Thanksgiving before Monica was in my life. Then, for many years, we would eat two Thanksgiving dinners. First with my family at noon, and then, after 4:00 (when Monica’s dad got home from work) with her family. All things considered, that was pretty simple.