In my life, there have been heaps
of bottles! Many different colors, but similar size and all with pointed tips.
Hair coloring in the home is easy, also way cheaper and quicker than in a
salon.
But now, I’m taking a stab
at going natural. When I turn 65 in another year, I plan to expatriate to the
Third World. I need to look the part when applying for a retirement visa.
Currently, I do not.
Whenever I ask for a senior discount, usually the answer is, “Tell them,
yes, we’ll do that when they come in.” When informed that "I am the senior," I’m
forced to whip out my Driver’s License. Then, I must convince them I’ve never
been a crack addict even though I look like one in that photo.
I’ve always been proud of my
youthful looks! A few years back; I couldn’t imagine deliberately trying to
make myself appear older. -- Of course I may hate it! If that’s the case, I’ll
go back to blonde after I am settled. However I’m getting too much
white around my face to be a redhead, again. -- Although with all my wigs I can be
whatever color or style I desire!
When my gray grows long enough
to style, I’ll update my pictures on social media.
I have been advised to apply
for a passport as soon as possible in the event of problems. I replied that my roots
need grow out more or I’ll be wearing a crew cut in the photo! I was informed
that I could wear one of my wigs because my face will be the focus, not my
hair. Women tend to frequently change hairstyles & colors. – I know this
one does!
Recently, I dug out my old
passport. In it I am sporting a typical 1970’s look with long, flowing, blonde hair
and a big cameo choker. Back then, I was quite the world traveler. It was a
perk of living at home!
On most of my trips overseas,
I was “The Kid.” These tours consisted of as many older single/widowed/divorced
women as couples. I felt fortunate to be able to travel while I was still
young. At age 30, I was a veteran of the escorted tour.
After I expatriate, I might
just decide to embrace being a senior citizen. I will be surrounded by retirees
of similar age. However, this does not mean I intend to let myself fall apart.
I am still going to be me!
In other parts of the world,
they don’t lick the bottoms of 18 year olds as they do in North America. Anyone
here over 50 is considered a member of the walking dead, or a dinosaur. All I
have to say is, watch it punks! Zombies are slow, but they can still do damage.
Also you are liable to run into a T-Rex or Raptor! As a girl, I knew an old
woman who was a Pterodactyl!
YOUR TIME WILL COME! BWAAHAAHAAAA!
I know many younger people
are saying, “By the time I’m HER age they’ll have found a way to
reverse the aging process.” And this may be true! But YOU may not be able to
afford the procedure. By then, the 1 per cent will probably be controlling the planet!
Odds are, I won’t be alive to see it, but you will.
No one is ever ready to be
old. I never much liked the idea, myself. But soon, I intend to be part of the
gray migration into the Third World. This will be a new life, in a new country,
with a newly gray me.