There’s a very brightly lit bathroom at one of my schools. At the right angle in the mirror, you see gray. Just a little, but it’s there.
A few days ago, I came home and forced Mr. Thought to look at the top of my head. “I’m going gray.” I insisted, “Look!”
He couldn’t see it.
“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s natural. I’m not upset, I’m just noticing it.”
He still couldn’t see it.
So the next time I used that bathroom, I looked again. Gray.
Then this morning, I used some dry shampoo in my hair. A new kind that I have been using every so often. . . I watched it leave a light white-gray powder on my hair.
I walked down the steps, “I’ve solved the mystery!”
And also, I guess I need a new new kind of dry shampoo. (Or to not be so rushed in the morning. . . )