Hello World. Summer sizzles again. It's time to write again. Time for another haircut. A short one again. I've put both off too long---writing and trimming my hair. The pressure builds no longer. My hair now cut short, I sit to write.
What a hot summer it's been. 90 degrees as often as the morning comes. By noon, the glare is hot enough to burn your eyes. Sweat is a constant threat. And so is rain. Which as of today we finally got for the second day in a row. Scout is at my feet as I write; afraid of the thunder and lightning, he barely moves for hours during and after a rainfall. And it's still coming down.
But the flowers grow more easily after such watering. And they shine and elate the senses. Around several corners from here, a proprietor of a cute cottage under the light of the sun has grown the most marvelous array of zinnia I've ever seen. She's grown them in a wide circle around a sole tree in her yard so that they stand in attention, lowlighting the trunk. She's also planted and watched them rise down the outside length of her chain link fence, street side. The pictures are as close as I can get to showing you the amazement!
So on this zinnia happy rainy day, I thought I'd get my hair cut and luckily Jane had time to do it. Jane lives three blocks away in a small cottage that gets little sunlight. Her porch is encumbered with growing plants, fake cats, knick knacks and two chairs. Jane is a friend of Ronnie's. Ronnie is my neighbor who invites and entertains Scout at her house three or four times a week. Ronnie mentioned she had a friend who charged $7, "it might be 8", for a haircut. She signed me up with Jane immediately. I made an appointment and went two months ago for my first trim. To my surprise, after I was settled in the chair, cape upon my chest, wrapped with a towel around my neck, I see that Jane uses a razor and no scissors. Oh my. What have I signed up for I feared. But Jane did a great job and for $10, including tip, she was my new stylist.
Jane and Ronnie are both over 65 but you wouldn't know it from their energy and skill in any given day. At 85 years on the planet, Ronnie weedwacks her yard several times each summer. At 72, Jane has her grand daughter and her daughter living with her, cooking for them, cleaning, keeping house. Quite a pair of strong women in my life. Both of sound mind, and both of firm opinion. Jane's favorite singer is Lionel Richie. Today she showed me Lionel's two new CD's---there he was as sensual in his stance and pants as ever! He hardly looks changed from the Lionel Richie I loved as an 18 year old.
Changes, lasting ones anyway, don't happen with the work of some sheers and a wise and funny stylist. Nope. But getting my hair cut today I think was a way to keep some control, the illusion of it anyway. Funny thinking I have control as I get my haircut because within three slices of blade to hair panic struck. Jane was sheering me too much. I feared being close to bald when I walked out. But no, within minutes, she had finished and voila, short hair and the same old new me! Sweet. Thanks Jane!
One must do something to care for oneself during this heat, control or no. A hair cut did the trick today. The world is conquerable again. Ha, ha, ha! But it's true for me, in a way. No more bushy hair on the crown of my head. No more flat laying curls going this way and that. My mind and vanity can rest for a while, a day or two perhaps. And now that this little vignette is almost complete, pressure abates. Doing it, always doing it, that's the key.
Everything takes everything we've got! So go for it! What else is there?
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