Hair

Well today seems like it will be a pretty typical day.  I actually got up later than anticipated.  It was 4.25.  Hence the lateness of this post.  We go out early on Monday mornings.
But what awaits us for today is Merril studying.  She has to do a five-minute video on a topic she has been looking into.  Things have so changed since I studied.  Her course is all online which was not possible when I studied.  The use of video is done differently these days. 
I think I did get video recorded for assessment.  One result of seeing myself on video was to change my hair style.  How things have changed.  I had hair back then.  Anyway, I changed parted my hair.  These days it is parted in the middle and the part is getting wider and wider.
I must admit I admire the tenacity of some of the hangers on in the middle.  I imagine they are lonely.   Sometimes they must think they are waging a losing battle.  No sooner do they put their head up then they are mowed down at hair cut time.  So not only do they need to put up with that, they have only the memory of their friends. The memory of wind blowing in the hair.  Surrounded by friends all doing stuff together.  Them were the days.
Then friends disappearing.  Losing their grip.  Disappearing without so much as a goodbye.  Never hearing from them.  Being taken to the letterbox in a hope against hope that there will be some word. But there never is.  It is like they have disappeared forever.
But the hangers on continue to hang on until they don’t.  Their grip is tenuous at best.
I will not pine for what was.  The full head of hair of was a phase that is over.  It was over way early really.  Still I did not stand in the way of progress.  I use the term progress loosely.  How can regress be progress?  Still I will not get overly concerned.  I would like to hold on to what I have got.