Today is a very special day. I’m getting my first haircut in a long, long time. My curly hair has been having a wonderful time disobeying me and making me crazy by behaving like a hormone-crazed teenager.
It does just as it pleases and won’t listen to me no-how. Why should it worry? I still carefully shampoo and condition it no matter what it does. Maybe I should pull it hard until the roots hurt, but that would probably hurt me more than it would the hair.
Never imagined I could be so excited about something
so ordinary. Lynne, my stylist, will be able to make a braid with my rat’s tail and I’ll be able to send grandson Remy a photo of it. Yeah! I’m trying to act cool, but I admit to being anything but.
This project was front and centre when I awoke this morning. I purposely wore an old top because no matter how Lynne tries, I end up with itchy bits of hair under my shirt and tear it off as soon as I get home — unfortunately I can’t do that in the elevator. Decency requires I wait until I get into my own apartment.
Meanwhile folks, my new computer and I are doing a careful, uneasy dance around each other. I’m trying to learn more about dealing with the confusions (plural) it throws at me. It seems to endlessly enjoy seeing me in a state of despair. Yup, sometimes I even groan.
Last night that technological wonder gave me a new lesson on control. Dear Andrew had found a totally different game of solitaire for me. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the new challenge while I listen to ‘Ideas’ on CBC Radio. I like to do that and by my age I feel entitled to indulge.
When I finally turned in, my right hand and wrist ached and complained so much I found it impossible to sleep. I’ve already had surgery on that wrist so you’d think I’d know better, but no. I still have more learning to do — about CONTROL! No more than three games at a time from now on. Wish me luck…
Wah! I want a haircut, too!
Muriel, you have gorgeous, thick hair. I’m sure it looks wonderful.
Hi Judy: The day is near that you’ll get one too. It will be a pleasure no matter how thick you hair is. I guarantee it. It felt so good… Love, Mur
Hairstylists and barbers haven’t been given the governmental OK to re-open in my region. They are sorely missed!
I’m sure that’s true. I wish you rapid improvements in your area and the pleasure (and pleasure it was) of a good haircut. Meanwhile, take care, Muriel
I’ve been lucky with the haircut thing, as I’ve been hacking off my own wiry mop for years. Michael too — and he actually does a good job! Thanks for the laugh, Maughm — I literally laughed out loud at the image you put into my head of you stripping in the elevator!
Come to think of it Susan: I’m sure my Strata would have voted me out — of the building had I given in to that urge. Talking about laughing out loud, Andrew was definitely amused, when transferring photos to my new computer, to see the one you took of me some years ago during which you and I laughed more than a LOT. Remember? Love ya, Maughm
I know EXACTLY what photos you are talking about! I think you should post one…
Glad you are getting your locks cut. Mine are just growing and growing. I will wait until my
stylist opens up; meanwhile have cut a bit off here and there on my own. Not to great
effect. Ha ha.
I understand the feeling Nancy: I feel so much better. Interesting how important these things we ordinarily take for granted really are. See you soon, Muriel
Haha…congratulations on the new haircut! Interesting isn’t it, the things we take for granted until they suddenly become an issue. Hope your wrist is feeling better.
Yes, who ever thought I’d get so excited about something I usually don’t consider very important. You never know…. Yes, my wrist does feel better, thanks. Stay well too.