The Moonlight Effect - Like it or not!
Stretched out in bed, from one pole to another, I am thinking, do I have to get up now? I say this, not because I want to sleep more, but because I want to linger to the warmth of my bed, the feeling of my socks, or rather Marco's socks in my feet. Maybe you know what I mean, toes are dancing so cozy under layers upon layers of soft textures providing a heavenly sensation. I would say, probably the same feeling a worm has underneath the earth.
I ask to myself, do I have to be harsh to my body, as to confront the accumulated coldness of a winter night that sneaked through the old cracks we missed to fix? I am going on like this for a few more minutes, hugging the sheets, when I feel a presence, I have not even opened my eyes and, there he is, looking at me with the same smile that glued us for an eternity. I look at the clock resting in Marco's side of the bed, oh well it is 7:30 am. Before I even mention coffee, Marco is already heading to the kitchen, as he tells me "coffee time" in high note. I am happy of my Juan Valdez moment, because with coffee, I can space out into nothingness while going through my spiritual rituals.
By now, I am sitting on my bed. I turn on the pc, open FB to see if any of my kids are still up. Yes, I know! I am the overseas stalker mom! If they are up, I ask to them, no beauty sleep tonight? Thou the other day, Brad says to me, well mom, I actually woke up earlier than you! I have to admit that was a good one. After snooping in my children's life, and thanking FB for allowing me to do so, now I am ready to welcome it all. I put on my flurry sleepers that make me feel like a wild morning person ready to take the world. I already have lost my Pink Panther hat during the night, and my hair has the look of a rock star from the 70's. I now proceed to do what mostly all of us do in the morning, brush teeth, wash face, look at face, which at my age, to see myself well, I need my glasses. I see blurry me in the big mirror, I get closer to it, then a bit more closer, I still see blurry me. Thou, It does not matter! I always give myself a huge smile for another morning of limitless dreams.
Marco asks me, who was up late this time? I tell him which of the three, and then I ask him to treat me for a second cup of coffee. While I wait for my coffee, I put on my glasses, then I walk towards the mirror to brush my hair, when all of the sudden, I can't see! I place my hand atop my eyebrows to protect me from the strong rays dancing on my mirror. I look again asking to myself, is that the moon gleaming its reflection on the mirror? Am I still dreaming? or am I still in orbit two? I look again, I take off my glasses, I clean them again and I place them atop my nose slowly. I look again and, there it is again the moon shining upon my face... Or is it the moon? Can I have my coffee??? Please amore! Coffee arrives. I sip it one, two, three, I look again and, wait, my hair has grown half and inch in less than two weeks! Oh noooo!!! Snow white hair!!!! Or gray hair, in which I do not get it why it is called gray rather than white or silvery white. I have pulled it off, looked at it, and it is white. In any case, I brush it trying to camouflage it but it is noticeable! If I can see it everyone can! But I just colored it. Well I just have to deal with it. I might look like a skunk for another two weeks, but I can’t just do my color again after two weeks.
I dislike it. The hassle of doing it at home, read instructions, which I know them pretty much by heart, but you never know, it is better to read them. Get preparation going, which it goes like this, take A item and mix with B item, add additional vitamin oil or whatever other ingredient formulated to give you the look you want. Then comes the painful part, putting the mix in your hair by doing roots first, then waiting, then the rest of hair, then waiting. Finally fifty minutes has passed, and then it comes the rinsing it out, the conditioner, and after an hour of this finally out of the shower. Oh yes, I did it for only 12 Euros! I smile triumphantly while looking blurry me in the big mirror trying to forget the painful ritual of holding to parts of us that are gracefully kissing us goodbye!
So I look at the white line where I part my hair, one day I would let it be all white… But I am not ready now. Amore this morning I am coming with you, I say to Marco. Once in Pisa, I go to my favorite pharmacy that is a few blocks from Marco’s job. As I arrive, I salute them, and tell them it is time again to cover my white hair. The wife says, oh I understand. The husband says, you women are more aware of it, people really does not notice it. I say well maybe in the USA? But in Italy everyone notices everything. In any case as a kid I remember seeing the roots proudly reaching out for the moon while the rest of the hair humbly headed south. I am just not ready for the moonlight effect.
I ask to myself, do I have to be harsh to my body, as to confront the accumulated coldness of a winter night that sneaked through the old cracks we missed to fix? I am going on like this for a few more minutes, hugging the sheets, when I feel a presence, I have not even opened my eyes and, there he is, looking at me with the same smile that glued us for an eternity. I look at the clock resting in Marco's side of the bed, oh well it is 7:30 am. Before I even mention coffee, Marco is already heading to the kitchen, as he tells me "coffee time" in high note. I am happy of my Juan Valdez moment, because with coffee, I can space out into nothingness while going through my spiritual rituals.
By now, I am sitting on my bed. I turn on the pc, open FB to see if any of my kids are still up. Yes, I know! I am the overseas stalker mom! If they are up, I ask to them, no beauty sleep tonight? Thou the other day, Brad says to me, well mom, I actually woke up earlier than you! I have to admit that was a good one. After snooping in my children's life, and thanking FB for allowing me to do so, now I am ready to welcome it all. I put on my flurry sleepers that make me feel like a wild morning person ready to take the world. I already have lost my Pink Panther hat during the night, and my hair has the look of a rock star from the 70's. I now proceed to do what mostly all of us do in the morning, brush teeth, wash face, look at face, which at my age, to see myself well, I need my glasses. I see blurry me in the big mirror, I get closer to it, then a bit more closer, I still see blurry me. Thou, It does not matter! I always give myself a huge smile for another morning of limitless dreams.
Marco asks me, who was up late this time? I tell him which of the three, and then I ask him to treat me for a second cup of coffee. While I wait for my coffee, I put on my glasses, then I walk towards the mirror to brush my hair, when all of the sudden, I can't see! I place my hand atop my eyebrows to protect me from the strong rays dancing on my mirror. I look again asking to myself, is that the moon gleaming its reflection on the mirror? Am I still dreaming? or am I still in orbit two? I look again, I take off my glasses, I clean them again and I place them atop my nose slowly. I look again and, there it is again the moon shining upon my face... Or is it the moon? Can I have my coffee??? Please amore! Coffee arrives. I sip it one, two, three, I look again and, wait, my hair has grown half and inch in less than two weeks! Oh noooo!!! Snow white hair!!!! Or gray hair, in which I do not get it why it is called gray rather than white or silvery white. I have pulled it off, looked at it, and it is white. In any case, I brush it trying to camouflage it but it is noticeable! If I can see it everyone can! But I just colored it. Well I just have to deal with it. I might look like a skunk for another two weeks, but I can’t just do my color again after two weeks.
I dislike it. The hassle of doing it at home, read instructions, which I know them pretty much by heart, but you never know, it is better to read them. Get preparation going, which it goes like this, take A item and mix with B item, add additional vitamin oil or whatever other ingredient formulated to give you the look you want. Then comes the painful part, putting the mix in your hair by doing roots first, then waiting, then the rest of hair, then waiting. Finally fifty minutes has passed, and then it comes the rinsing it out, the conditioner, and after an hour of this finally out of the shower. Oh yes, I did it for only 12 Euros! I smile triumphantly while looking blurry me in the big mirror trying to forget the painful ritual of holding to parts of us that are gracefully kissing us goodbye!
So I look at the white line where I part my hair, one day I would let it be all white… But I am not ready now. Amore this morning I am coming with you, I say to Marco. Once in Pisa, I go to my favorite pharmacy that is a few blocks from Marco’s job. As I arrive, I salute them, and tell them it is time again to cover my white hair. The wife says, oh I understand. The husband says, you women are more aware of it, people really does not notice it. I say well maybe in the USA? But in Italy everyone notices everything. In any case as a kid I remember seeing the roots proudly reaching out for the moon while the rest of the hair humbly headed south. I am just not ready for the moonlight effect.