Tuesday, December 2, 2014
A hairy situation
I always thought I would be able to definitively determine when I was old. I would talk at length about my bowel habits. I would share stories of my colonoscopies. I would prefer talking to doing. All, perhaps, are yet to come. But today I was reminded I was old. It started out like any normal day. Coffee and crossword puzzles, followed by a few minutes (okay, a few more than a few) of on-line bridge with my favorite partner (in every sense of the word!). It was she who suggested road trip. I, of course, acceded. Now understand, this road trip was with a specific goal in mind. She needed a hair cut, and the best barber we know used to be married to my sister and lives in Milbank. Into the car, and on the way up, we do a little Christmas shopping! God, how I love that mobile hot spot! Anyhow, we arrive. Cath's hairs are cut. Then, it was my turn. Here's the rub. The process took about 10 minutes. 8 minutes were spent cutting the hair in my ears, on my ears, in my nose, and trimming my eyebrows. Yup. Old. And you are loved!