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_________________ Saturday 10 February 2001 11 02 pm pst [ the oil treatment ] I have purchased tickets to visit Matthew from Feb. 17-26 (at which point we will have a belated Valentine's Day celebration) and my grandfather from March 2-12 (as a surprise for his 86th birthday). On the phone tonight Matthew said, "I want to do somthing super-special for you for Valentine's Day, but I'm stumped." "That's good to hear, because I feel the same way." We didn't have anything else to say on the subject. I have made a new goal for myself to travel abroad at least once per year. In 1999 I went to france and in 2000 I went to the Netherlands, Germany, Austria, and the Czech Republic. This year I am torn between visiting family in Israel, having a wild adventure in japan, doing genealogical research in Lithuania, or taking Matthew on his dream trip to France and Italy. Matthew loves good wine and cheese. The one thing we have made plans to do is to watch Formula One racing in Indianapolis in September. You should hear him go off on why Formula One is "real" racing and Nascar is not. Now, I fear, I must confess the strange thing I did tonight. When I was much younger, my aunt Martha told me that one way to make one's hair very healthy is to warm up some olive oil and put it on one's hair, wrap one's head in a towel, and let it soak for a bit. This made prefect sense to me, since VO5 is a hair care product which consists of putting warm oil on your hair. I was thinking about this tonight because I had gone several days without washing my hair and it had built up it's natural oils. However, my hair is very long, and the bottom half never gets the benefits of those natural oils, and is thus rather dry and brittle. I know I could rectify the situation by brushing my hair for a longer length of time, but A) I am lazy and B) by the time I have gotten the tangles out of my hair my arm is usually tired (I have poor circulation and my arm falls asleep when I have it above my heart for a long time). Tonight I decided to brush my hair for a long time, which I did, but I eventually concluded that I should try my own oil tratment. I opted not to warm the oil and I opted for vegetable oil instead of olive oil. I put a little oil in a cup, twirled my hair together and put it in the cup, and then poured more oil into the cup. This amused me. After sitting like this for several minutes, I turned on the shower. I got in still holding my hair in the cup, and then I moved the cup away. The cup had a lot of oil still in it so I dumped it on my head. It was a little cold and thus made me squeal. At this point I was thinking about what an absurd human being I am. I wonder if other people do strange things like this (I somehow suspect not). The vegetable oil was running down my skin so I rubbed it all over me because I decided it would be good for me. I was fascinated with the way the water beaded once I was oily and I experimented with that for a while. Then I soaped up one of those net-things and I scrubbed myself all over. At this point I relaized that the oil was going to be much harder to remove that a single soaping. I shampooed my hair twice and soaped my whole body again. Then when I got out of the shower I gave myself a rough and thorough towelling off. In some places my skin was soft -- which was the deisred effect -- but in some places I was still oily (like my tushy). At this point I gave up and decided to let my skin absorb the oil. A friend of mine who is a biologist said that you absorb more from things placed on your skin that things you ingest, which means that I had a bit of vegetable oil for dinner tonight. So I put on some sweat pants and a flannel top and hopefully by tomorrow I will be back to my normal oil content. Sweet dreams...
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