The Salon At Oakleaf

Merry Christmas from The Salon At Oakleaf! Thanks to all the residents who came in today and got their hair done despite not having any hot water! Hopefully it will be fixed before we ring in the new year! 😊✌🏼🥰

So wonderful to be thought of at the holidays by my Oakleaf family! Thank you so much! Best fifteen years ever!😊✌🏼

Before having your loved one over for the holidays be sure to check their nails! Don’t wait until you’re at the dinner table and ask them to pass you the salt and pepper. 🤢😁😂

I love this idea!

This man's love for music overpowers his Alzheimers and it's amazing to watch 😀🙌 via Music & Memory UK credit www.Aliveinside.us

This Tuesday at lunch we will have our first weekly drawing for a free wash and set! All ladies who came in the shop for any service get their name put in the bowl for a free wash and set or for our guys, a manicure. The drawing will be held the following Tuesday during lunch. 😊✌🏼

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This is why colored nail polish is not used in the salon. My friends have not been digging in the dirt. Please check your loved ones nails to see if they need attention.

I Don’t Want to Be a Burden in My Old Age

I am not afraid of growing old. Let the wrinkles come—I will wear them like medals, proof that I have laughed, cried, and lived deeply. Let my skin loosen and fold like pages in a well-loved book. Let my hair silver and shine, a crown earned by years of stories.

I do not fear the quiet. Solitude is no stranger; I have learned to make peace with my own company. I have sat in stillness and found strength there. I know how to rest in the silence without being swallowed by it.

But what unsettles me is something else—fate. That unpredictable force that sometimes tucks you in at night like a loving hand and other times leaves you standing in the rain, forgotten and cold.

I do not want to become a burden—a sigh of exhaustion behind closed doors. I do not want my presence to feel heavy in the room or my name to be whispered in tones of weariness. I do not want my dependence to become someone else’s silent sacrifice.

I want to be like the wind—restless, moving, always dancing forward. I want my old age to be a poem of resilience, a morning brewed with memories, a sunset painted with hope. I want to keep learning, keep loving, keep discovering—never stagnant, never finished.

I do not fear aging. I fear being boxed in by a life I didn’t choose—a life that shrinks instead of expands.

So I will keep walking forward, not clinging to what was, but embracing what still can be.
And if the day comes when my steps falter and I lean on others more than I would like, I will offer my gratitude freely, never forgetting that love is not a burden—it’s a gift.

To those who carry others with patience and tenderness—you are the quiet heroes of this world. Thank you.

( ✍️ Holmes - pausetheworldforpeace.org )

Photo : Gudrun Sjoden

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