I’m definitely having one of those days when no one seems to be listening – in fleshing out lists of processes other poeple own and supposedly care about; in responses to a giant brain dump I did yesterday in response to a direct request, that no one’s read*; in asking questions that aren’t getting answers and making requests that aren’t getting responses, even though these are areas other people claim an interest in.
On the other hand, it doesn’t particularly bother me that no one’s offered comments on a villanelle I posted for crit yesterday, because if one will persist in writing about obscure historical characters** these things are going to happen.
On the positive side, I have clean hair now and I feel much better about that. I took a suggestion of Ted’s and wore my swimming goggles into the shower, though I’m not actually convinced the prohibition against water in my eyes is really that draconic. This is the 6th day and it was only for a week anyway. Tomorrow (tomorrow evening, if I want to be very literal) I get to wash my face normally, instead of just dabbing at it with water, soap, and washcloth.
This Saturday I get to try on my custom-specially-tailormade dress, which should be fun as long as it doesn’t make me look pregnant. (An unfortunate side effect of being a person whose extra weight all goes to the gut.) And I get my hair cut, which is always fun.
I’m not worried about water in the eyes when they wash my hair before the haircut. For one thing, it’s after the seven day prohibition anyway. But even if it weren’t, they do this thing here where they carefully scotch-tape a piece of paper to your forehead, so it will protect your face from any accidental splashes. It cracks me up every time, but then it’s followed by a long, long scalp massage, so I will never say anything that might make anyone think I want to change the standard procedure!
* If anyone particularly wants a long discussion of of meter in poetry with several specific examples marked out, I got one.
** Cecily Neville, the mother of Richard III of England. I’ve been rereading Tey’s Daughter of Time.