It seems the caprice of the financial environment of our country, but most especially our household, are forcing me back out into the work world.

It is certainly not unusual for any of us to face strains in making the means and the ends meet, but I have a dilemma. For the past three years I have taken a natural (cheap) approach with my hair. It is very, very long, and very, very gray. At first I got lots of complaints from my grand girls. I just did not look like the well dyed lady they knew and loved. As time has passed they have kindly accepted the change. Baby Charlie doesn't know the difference, he has only seen me gray.

The question is whether tis nobler to be my really gray self and just expect the world to see me as capable, or to cave in to the real possibility that no one will get past the gray. I hate reality, don't you?