I told Han that I was getting back into the habit of my posts, and she was delighted. “Take a picture today!” she said as she jumped out of the car at drop-off.
Welp, I told her I would, didn’t I?
Along with that was a startling but familiar activity while we had dinner with my mother: without preamble, mom started braiding my hair.
“It’s long enough that you pretty much have to braid it,” she said, “or it’s going to just going to be messy.”
During my extremely brief stint in college, I used to braid my hair in the morning. I never got the hang of it, but I could get to at least be comfortable. Guess I need to look up YouTube videos and teach myself all over again. Or maybe Han will try.
(There will be so many knots in my hair if I let her, but she’ll learn by practice)
But there’s mail to move, Kung Fu forms to practice, and a session to prepare for in the next day. Meanwhile, I can agonize over how to set up donations and subscriber content on this site. That’s a whole new anxiety, and that’s what life needs at my age: new experiences!
Stay safe out there, readers.
-JB Swift
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