Festive Jar Top

 I got the news today that every woman dreads hearing- the person who cuts my hair is leaving (in my case, she's retiring).  Can't blame her.  She had a 'Come To Jesus' moment much as I had when I worked in the Big City.    She had a regular customer who was younger than she was, hale, hardy, and then within two months became wheelchair bound w/ Lou Gehrig's disease.    My beautician, as she had passed retirement age, had cut back her work week to two days but had stuck w/ it because she said she really likes her job.   However she enjoys riding her horses and camping out in the Hills w/ friends more.  She doesn't want to miss anymore opportunities to do those things because she had to go to work.   I left her shop w/ great looking hair but also w/ the task of finding someone else who will keep my bangs long, not curl my hair w/ the dryer, and whose idea of small talk is what she saw out in the woods.