Monkey See, Monkey 'Do'

So, my astute brother has zeroed in on my dramatically lightened locks.  Specifically how it stands up in all its frizzy pale glory immediately after a swim.  You know, the water rinses off the multiple layers of carefully applied hair products giving a textural assist, and all that remains is color-stripped dried bits of collagen.  There's no body left.  And, bereft of color, the stuff has nowhere to go but up in a variety of directions.  Lake water, apparently, imparts a little extra somethin'-somethin'.  In one of his more humorous moments of observation, he began calling me "the blonde Curious George."  He lets it roll off his tongue with a playful twinkle in his pale brown (some may describe them as hazel) eyes and a slight smirk on his lips: typical teasing brother face.  This past weekend, after our cleansing dip in the cool morning waters of Lake McClure, he noted that with my relatively new look and strong personality, I was the equivalent of the "female silverback!"  As in the lead male gorilla of the troop whose hair tips turn gray with age!  'kay, thanks, brother dear . . .  Though now that I look at it, what is his fixation on primates in connection with me?  Inference comes naturally to my brain, but I'm coming up dry.

I think I'll stick with Glor.  But don't you just love brothers?  If you don't have one, rent one.  Don't buy the insurance.  Run up the free mileage.  And return him on EMPTY. 

In other news, John learned that the new HDTV DVR unit turns on . . . with the 'on' button of the new identical-to-the-old remote.  Ba-dum-bum.  Young teen Isaac fed his frisky steer a bucket of grain and a generous portion of hay before being whisked away to water polo practice.  A frantic Allison tore through the house searching for her cheer bloomers, eager to arrive at practice on time after returning home from a day of water park fun.  Miss Glamor-Puss Emma prettied herself up just in time for an extended evening outing with her tanned and handsome boyfriend.  Stemming from this latter development, mother in beck-and-call mode Dixie is presently taking an impromptu field trip to the neighboring town of Turlock to deliver her daughter to the aforementioned honorable boyfriend.

Yours truly had herself a delightful couple of hours of catch-up conversation with one of her best friends from her two years at Livingston High School.  This woman was perpetually organized and up on everything during that time.  Confident and goal-oriented.  Life has thrown her a few surprise curve balls, but I'm pleased to report that she has recovered and thrives with grace and a newfound sense of laughter and fun.  You GO, girl!

Now, here I sit, contemplating a change in toenail color -- Emma has a very cool shade of coppery gold in her purse (dang it! I forgot to get it from her!) -- and mulling over the world's water supply-and-demand situation and how our futures will all be impacted over the coming decade.  Just another day in the life.

What's going on in your neck of the woods?