Six Months Without Hairspray

I never thought I could live without hairspray. But I have now for six months. I never used that much hairspray, anyway... Just enough to keep a few of the rebel hair strands from standing up straight or doing other things that bugged me. And I only used it in the morning, usually just before leaving home for the day.

Six months ago I ran out, and at the time wasn't able to buy a replacement. For years I'd used Consort's non-aerosol hairspray. I strongly prefer non-aerosols to aerosols. Plus, Consort's line of men's haircare products doesn't smell like women's perfume. I don't know about you, but I prefer my hair NOT smell like women's perfume. For some reason.

Anyway, I ran out of hairspray and didn't have any more. So I decided I would try living without hairspray. I didn't think it would be possible. But now it's six months later, and I've survived.

Would I ever resume using hairspray? I don't know. If you had gotten used to not using hairspray, would you go back? These are the kinds of questions that keep philosophers up awake at night.

Milkshakes on a Hot Summer Evening

Monday evening it was hot & humid, with the outdoor temperature again hitting the low 90's. But unlike Sunday, when we had delightful breezes blowing off Lake Michigan all day, the outdoor air was as still as the grave. Ugh! I think I lost a quart of fluid during my first 30 minutes home after work! Not fun! And it made me use lots of exclamation points, too!!! I ran the air conditioner for a few hours, which helped immensely, especially after I closed the windows.

Later in the evening I was looking around in the frig for something cold to drink, and realized we had a lot of milk. Which got me thinking... maybe I could make some milkshakes!

Here's my recipe for homemade milkshakes Dave-shakes. They're yummy!

• pour some milk into a blender
• toss in a bunch of ice
• dump in a bunch of sugar
• sprinkle in some ground cinnamon
• add just a dribble of vanilla extract
• cover & blend

Mmm... Tasty!

Home Alone

Our youngest boy, Tim, is spending part of each day this week home alone. Yesterday was his first day, with him home by himself for a few hours between when his mom left for work and his older brother arrived home.









As I drove home from work Monday, knowing that Tim had spent part of the day by himself, I kept inexplicably thinking of a certain song by Talking Heads.






burning house photo credit information
U.S. Department of the Interior, U.S. Geological Survey, Menlo Park, California, USA
http://hvo.wr.usgs.gov/gallery/kilauea/erupt/24ds331_caption.html