Monday, December 04, 2006

"The return of Saturn."

I've been taking part in a fun game during the last year or so. It's called, "Is that a blonde hair or is it really gray?" Although I am a brunette, I can confidently say that my blonde to gray hair ratio currently stands, after much scientific consultation, at 6 to 0. Woo hoo!

But as I rejoice at one more year gray free, I know that my days are numbered. There was something about turning 28 recently that had more than one person shaking their head. "Just know that this will be the start of a hard time during your life," one person said during my birthday party.

For those who don't know, 28 years old marks the return of Saturn. Whether or not you think astrology is total bollocks, you should know that none other than Gwen Stefani named No Doubt's fourth album after this monumental astrological phenomena so therefore it must not be bollocks. Anyway, the return of Saturn means that this is a time when we take stock in our life and clear out anything that is of no use anymore. Saturn, having taken 29 years to complete its cycle around the sun, is the grim reaper so to speak. Imagine his scythe sweeping over these crucial years -- relationships end, marriages end, people change directions, the old makes way for the new in a sort of karmic spring cleaning. According to my own specific astrological positioning, I can look forward to crises of faith, reexamining of long held beliefs and philosophies. Yipee!

Anyway, I think there must be a point to this entry. I think I was in the bathroom washing my face having had a few glasses of red wine, full of maudlin thoughts, and preparing for bed, when I spotted a "is it blonde or is it gray" hair and thought about all those weighty issues that come with gray hairs. I also have been in a weird mood as I decide how I'm going to bring the axe down on the Holly situation. So there. And I shall end the blog entry by saying that for all my serious introspection, the moment has been broken by watching my cats go all kung-fu on each other.



Red said...

I thought this would be about your old, recently smashed up, car.

I am willing to buy into this theory. This is set to be the year of clearing out/finishing my work of the last 4-5 years and changing direction a la moving to a new country, starting new job, etc.

However, I do NOT heart Gwen Stefani or her obnoxious yodel/rap.

Dorothy Snarker said...

Earlier this week I was most appalled to find that, if my part fell a certain way, it uncovered a treasure trove of white (not gray, but WHITE) hairs. Now, I’ve had white hairs since the seventh grade, but they were sporadic and generally not clustered together like Haitian refuges on a dingy. This new gaggle points to a future of crows feet and liver spots. The horror, the horror.

Oh, and can I get an “Amen” on the Holly thing? Onward and upwards.

nycrouge said...

I have albino hairs in my eyebrows. CRAZY!!

Dorothy Snarker said...

Hey, I noticed you seem to be making the arduous journey from blogger to beta. Getting the header to work is a bona fide bitch. If you need help, email me. I might be able to save you a lot of blood, sweat and profanity.

p.s. My albino hair is insane. Sometimes it's dark at the roots and white at the tip. It's like Cruella DeVille hair!