A Column by Barb Walter

I’ve joined a number of Oklahomans who’ve shown their true color.

Hair color that is.

My beauty shop color washed away a couple of weeks ago, and in an effort to keep my chins up during this COVID 19 disaster I not only practice social distancing, but keep a country mile between me and mirrors.

A recent reflection showed I suffered from Einstein hair. Since there isn’t an Uncle Albert on my Ancestry tree I opted to brush my hair. After all, it had been a couple, or three, days since I’d used one.

Surely I won’t get desperate enough to cut my own hair, but just in case I found an in-the-box “glazed auburn” Raquel Welch wig. The siren red and orange pixie-style hair must have been a late night TV purchase. My head itched after I tried it on.

It’s not old enough to be the one I wore in the 1980s Frontier Follies as Hennessey namesake Pat Hennessey’s twin sister, Patricia, and my red beard hasn’t turned up.

There was also a black wig on a top shelf in those hallway cabinets. I couldn’t see it at first, but felt it, and was relieved it didn’t crawl out. It was from a Lioness Club skit as Lily Tomlin who did a one-ringy-dingy routine as telephone operator Ernestine on old Laugh-In shows. It went into a large trash bag while I reorganized cabinets.

Last night I couldn’t find my vitamins on the usual shelf, but did get to cross that cleaning project off my do list.

This morning my phone calendar showed it’s April. I organized the income tax info, called Jim Trojan and apologized for being late, and asked when I could drop it off.

“Any time,” he said, but not in his usual tax season voice. “We’ve got until July.”

“But that’s just if you have to pay, isn’t it?”

“It started out that way,” he said, “then they changed it.”

Maybe I should keep myself better informed instead of playing Wahoo against the cats, watching TV until all hours, and avoiding mirrors like it’s COVID 19.