Shipwrecked & Comatose

The end of summer always makes me cranky.  Summer is my favorite season and I resent the intrusion of fall.  I resent that people act like it's the greatest thing ever to see fall arrive.  There is almost this esoteric essence that people believe in about fall.  I don't really hate it, as I jokingly say I do , but I will continue to trumpet the reality that it isn't all it's cracked up to be. But what of other seasons?  Do I like any other seasons?  Do I really hate fall?  Is summer really that perfect? I decided to enumerate exactly what I love and hate about every season.  Which one is the best?  You decide.* Summer Since it's my favorite season, I thought I would start with it. What I like about summer: I like being able to undress.  I love wearing sundresses and shorts and tank tops and sandals with fun pedicures.  Maybe it's not the most flattering look on my chubby body, but since everyone else is undressed too, it's not a big deal.  We'

I remember a time when any little thought that came into my head was cause for a blog.  My old MySpace blog was updated almost daily.  Now it seems Shipwrecked & Comatose is more political rants than anything else.  I don't mean for that to happen really.   I suppose the more trivial stuff is best expressed in a few Facebook soundbites.  I don't want Facebook to kill my blog though.  I need the writing practice. So today's trivial topic is hair.  I'm getting my hair cut in two days.  What should I do with it? I haven't changed my hair much in the past two decades.  I have taken to wearing it long for a few reasons.  The first is that being a dramatic type I love the over-the-top look of my naturally big hair.  It makes a statement to have this cascade of raven ringlets.  It's also about practicality.  I need to be able to tie my hair back when I ride or work out (or I'm just having a bad hair day). I could go back to wearing my hair super-short, as I