It’s hot and I complain, even though in summers past we have been treated to this miserable weather for weeks on end, unlike this summer where it has had the good grace to show up right at the end, and isn’t all that awful, longevity-wise.
It arrives just as I rededicate my life to walking, so a new plan is in order. I have mapped a little chart that has me walking four blocks, then six, followed by eight, until such time —along about February—when I can clock a couple of miles, no sweat.
Even so, I wait until almost dark with I think it will be cooler, but, of course, it isn’t. If I were totally honest—which I hate to be, by the way—I might confess that I walk at dusk so you can’t see me, huffing and stumbling a little. I tell myself I am old, and need to pace myself, and so far it is working.
All two days of it.
I have devises sort of my own little “couch to 5K” program, tailored around my slovenly but comforting ways.
Also, I am bored with books. At least the ones lying about around here.
On a hot and steamy car ride my pal, Janice, mentioned a couple of Icelandic mystery writers. In my ennui I summoned up Amazon and ordered three of their books, due to arrive later today. The ordering gave me no pleasure.
Nor does the prospect of a package excite me and I feel like a character in a Fellini film, all dour and drab in black and white, who sits around and discusses the existential angst of the postal service with someone just off camera, instead of a little kid who rushes toward the brown paper box resting on the doorstep, the one with her name on it.
I’ve even stopped shampooing my hair.
I know, I know, you just had a little rigor right there, didn’t you? So did I when I saw the first articles pop up on-line about celebrities and ordinary folk who haven’t shampooed their hair in months, years.
For all the scintillating titles, as you delve into the article you will discover that it isn’t that these women—for it is always women—are not washing their hair, it is that they are not shampooing their hair.
Shampoo, apparently, is a vile and destructive thing, with ingredients like paraben and sodium lauryl sulfate, which is found in industrial chemicals, and all of it wreaks havoc on our hair and scalp. Shampoo strips our hair of natural oils and that necessitates the use of conditioner to vainly attempt to replace them.
Then, according to the “no poo” web sites, this sets up a vicious cycle in our systems with our bodies over-producing oils to make up for the damage we have done, and if we just left everything alone, our heads would produce, after a time, the perfect amount of oil to give us luxurious and voluminous hair.
Frizzy hair will be tamed, lank hair will be revitalized and bulky with body.
So, yes, in my boredom, I have done this, am still doing it, in fact.
The thinking goes like this. We need to restore the proper pH balance and this is achieved by the use of two available–and cheap–household products, baking soda and apple cider vinegar.
First, make a mix up soda and water in a glass and work that into your hair. You won’t get suds, obviously, but done right, your hair will feel, if not squeaky clean, at least squeaky. That right there is your alkali.
Follow this with the same amount of apple cider vinegar and water, rinsing as you go, keeping your eyes closed because vinegar is an acid. If you should forget and open your mouth, no worries, it tastes a little like salad dressing.
They say it can take a while to see the full effects but I don’t know. I had dinner with my mother the first day I tried it, and she said she thought my hair had more body.
To be exact, she said, “I’ve looked at that hair for years and I think it looks better.”
Thanks, Mother. Perhaps my boredom is paying off.