Remember when Anne had to go apologize to Mrs. Rachel Lynde? Anne gave an extravagant apology and then Mrs. Lynde said,
"There, there, get up, child. Of course I forgive you. I guess I was a little too hard on you, anyway. It can't be denied your hair is a terrible red; but I knew a girl once--went to school with her, in fact--whose hair was every mite as red as your when she was young, but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn. I wouldn't be a mite surprised if yours did, too--not a mite."
"Oh, Mrs. Lynde!" Anne drew a long breath as she rose to her feet. "You have given me a hope. I shall always feel that you are a benefactor. Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up." (Montgomery, L.M., Anne of Green Gables. Bantam. New York.)--------------------------------------------------
I have freckles--a lot of freckles. It has always been a thing for me. Judy Bloom wrote a book called Freckle Juice that I loved as a kid. I could not believe someone would actually want freckles. When I was young, people always told me that you grow out of freckles; thus the reference to Anne. HOPE! Well, I didn't. I still have freckles--a lot of freckles.
Now there are some good things about them. They hide blemishes and they make your face distinctive. I don't know if that second thing is good, but I'm choosing to think so.
Here is the bad part. I went to a dermatologist when I was 16. One looked at me and, with a low whistle, said, "You are cancer waiting to happen." Sheesh!
Because of that professional (I'm choosing to call it professional) advice (I'm choosing to call it advice), I am careful about checking my angel kisses regularly. This summer, I noticed a mole that looked a little odd. I went to the doctor to be proactive and had it removed right away.
He removed the wrong one.
I had to pay $114 for it.
I think he was lost in the sea. Next time I'll circle it with a Sharpie.