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Where Oh Where Is My Hair? (standard:humor, 912 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Jul 11 2021Views/Reads: 874/546Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Looking in the mirror again, I noticed my hair was indeed grey. If God thinks my grey head is beautiful, why should I think anything different?
 



I must confess I sometimes get so busy that certain things have slipped
my mind. I don't do this intentionally, but I try to prioritize things 
in my life. 

With so many things going on, it is tough to keep up-to-date with
everything, even personal items. 

This is not true with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. No matter
how busy her day is, she always keeps up with everything. She knows 
things that are happening a week before they actually happen. How she 
does that, I don't know, and trust me, I am not going to inquire. 

I just ask her if I want to know something, and I get the latest on
everything. So, why should I waste my time trying to keep up with 
everything? 

Maybe I should take her to the horse races this week and ask her today
who's going to win. 

Looking at my driver's license, I believe I have a birthday coming up
this month. I'm not sure exactly which one it is, but someone in our 
residence will inform me of that information when it comes time. 

I like to keep up with some things in the news, which is really hard
these days because every day it changes. Particularly among 
politicians. What they say one day is the exact opposite of what 
they're going to say the next day. I guess that's what keeps them in 
office. 

If a politician told the truth two days in a row, their pants would
catch on fire. 

I don't take anything seriously, like politics and so forth. But, once
you focus on something and become very serious about it, it changes. 

Like my computer and it's programs, as soon as I understand one program
and know how it works, it is updated, and I have to start all over 
again. I'm tempted to go back to that antique called The Typewriter. 

Change is not my modus operandi. I like things to stay the way they are.
I haven't even bought a pair of new pants for several decades. Why buy 
a new pair when the old pair works just fine? The same with shirts. 

Then something happened this past week that changed my thoughts along
this line. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage found an old box of photographs
from when we were first married. When I saw our wedding picture, I 
wondered who that young couple was getting married. 

My wife informed me that that was us on our wedding day. 

Then I went through a bunch of other photographs, and noticed something
that, in a way, alarmed me. 

I'm not easily alarmed, but sometimes something happens or doesn't
happen that causes me some concern. 

As I look at these pictures of myself, I noticed something strange. I
had lots of hair! 

I don't like to take photographs of myself or have others do it to me.
Most of these pictures were taken without me realizing that they were 
taking a picture of me. Why anybody would want a picture of me, 
especially me, is beyond my calculation. 

I stared at one photograph for a while, and my wife said, "What are you
looking at?" 

Not wanting to expose my thoughts at the time, I just said, "I'm just
looking at this picture." 

Of course, as is always the case, she knew there was a little more than
that. 



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