It was a busy day. For me, driving into San Francisco is an ”event” that requires a lot of plotting and planning in order to avoid getting lost. I have no sense of direction.
I have my hair highlighted and cut at a salon across the street from Nordstom’s as a result of following my colorist around town for over 15 years. This is the fifth location that he has landed in, and he does such a great job that I have to land there, too.
The issue for me is getting used to finding a new place and, more importantly, finding parking. I left Novato at 12:45 for my 2 p.m. appointment. I arrived one block from the salon at 1:30 and then sat in non-moving traffic for 20 minutes. I started to get anxious about being late, missed my turn and had to go another block to get back to the garage.
I managed to arrive at my appointment three minutes late, but I don’t like to be late. So, I was a sweaty, out of breath mess when greeting the very people who were there to make me look better.
After a diet Coke, a fashion magazine and a great shampoo, I was enjoying myself. I got daring, for me, and went almost blond for the summer. Now that I am 30 pounds thinner, I decided to “kick it up a notch.”
I popped my blond head into my husband’s workplace on the way home, said a quick hello and continued on my merry way. At least, by time I cross the Golden Gate Bridge on my way back to Marin, I know the way home. And, I know there is parking.
Talk to you soon.
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