Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Hi Marie. How are you?
Hi Dear. I am doing pretty well. ( She looks me over, her eyes glancing at the top of my head).
Are you letting your hair go?
What do you mean? Did I forget to comb it this morning? Or can you see my roots? Or do you think I need a cut? (I have my hair pulled back into a wild uptail with bangs).
Well, no.. You know. The front is one color and the back is different. I think the front is lighter.
O, that! Well, you know me. You NEVER know what color my hair will be. Right now, I am lightening it because its hard to cover all that gray. The back is a little darker because its older hair. You know, the older we get, the hard it is for us to change. Our hair is like that too.
Oh, I know what you mean. I have been dying mine lighter too.
Well, I think lighter softens your face when you are older. But you know, I saw a girl in Walmart the other day with purple streaks in her hair. I think I might like that. Do you think I'd look ok with purple streaks?
O, HAHAHAHAHAHA. Carol! You can't dye your hair PURPLE!!
Why not. I dyed it dark red once. It was when I worked in a factory. My hair was so dark and the lights were so bad that the guys thought it was Navy.
Well, I came to see John. My car has a scratch and I think I need to take it to Leroys so he can paint it.
O, Marie, John isn't here. He's at lunch. Don't know when he'll be back. I can show you a picture of him though.
O, HAHAHAHAHAHA. Yes, I know he's so busy. Sometime I have to look at his picture if I want to see him!
Well, Marie. You are pretty High Maintenance today. You need your hair colored, you need your car painted. What else do you need as long as you're out spending money?
O, HAHAHAHAHAH. Carol!!! No, I don't need anything else today. I'll just hang around for a bit to see if John comes back soon.
We give each other a genuine hug, and say goodbye.
I work as shop secretary in a local machine/die shop. The owner's father started the business in the '40s. Marie, his wife, was a school teacher who quit teaching to work in the office. When Marie's husband retired, their son, John, bought the business. (He had been the president for quite a while before that occurred.) Marie is a 90 year old widow that only retired 10 years ago. When I came, I job shared the front desk with her. I worked in the mornings and she worked in the afternoons, until John and I developed the Shop Secretary position.
Marie is a dear person that I love. She is one of the few people I know that I can be myself with. I let my guard down with her. We laugh together all the time. I can almost see her son shaking his head as he over hears our conversations. I wonder what he thinks.