I have been feeling like the blind hair dresser lately...

Misty left me this morning.  She'll be back on Wednesday.  She is on a road trip to Seattle and flying back on Wednesday.  I am a little at a loss for what to do with myself.  It has only been five hours and I am already beginning to feel the affects of starvation creeping in.  It is times like these when I realize how lost I am without her.  I was able to find my toothbrush this morning, but what I thought to be tooth paste, was in fact Ben Gay.  My teeth still feel very cold.  I am thinking about sending the dogs out to live with a friend, they keep looking at me in hopes that I will feed them but I don't know where there food is.  I used to look at the people that lined up for the soup kitchen and think 'there, but by the grace of God go I', now I know this was a misnomer... now I know the truth, 'there but by the grace of Misty, go I'.  My clothes are already badly stained and smell of stale urine, yet they were clean just five hours ago.  What will become of me.  I have been trying to go outside and pan handle, but I cannot for the life of me find out where Misty keeps the markers and jagged scraps of cardboard. 

Certainly, I can overcome this adversity. There have been countless others before me that have been able to rise above their situations.  Take the lady who cut my hair yesterday for example.  I am pretty sure she was legally blind.  I bet she heard all her life "no one is going to get their hair cut by you, if they see you have a service dog", "how are you going to cut hair, if you have no depth perception".  Well, she proved them all wrong.  Not only did she cut my hair, she did a great job... cause I look damn good  right now....  I may be exaggerating, but I am not making it up, she really did have some vision impairment.  She had really thick glasses, glasses as thick as the bottom of a coke bottle.  I thought eye glass technology had advanced a little bit in the last twenty years, so that they didn't need to make them that thick any more, but I guess that isn't the case.

I have been feeling like the blind hair dresser lately.  We have $8000 raised and almost three times that left to go.  It feels insurmountable at times.  But than I am reminded of all of the people who have donated so far, and I cannot help but to have faith that we will get there.  Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday... hopefully in the next twelve months.