25th August 2020
“Have you seen the state of your eyebrows?”
No” I responded, as I looked up from applying yet another coat of polyurethane.
“ you see them more than I do” I responded playfully.
“Well they look ready to escape your face”
This led to a walk to the trimming factory (bathroom) for a bit of a tidying up.
Personally I didn’t think it was that urgent anyway, as I was buried deep in the garage, and out of sight of any human who might have been passing.
I have never noticed my eyebrows, they are always in the same place, and never appear to change. Like a well tended hedge they mark the boundary between my face and hair, but now there are changes, my brows are out of control.
The trimmer was hacking it way through, I could hear it was struggling, I might have to change the batteries. “Is it going to jam up?”
The thought of my brows being torn out is my absolute nightmare, I sat gripping the seat, knuckles white with fear, waiting for the inevitable death by a hundred yanks!
Soon my terror was over, no blood spilt, no gaps, just orderly and neat.
Freshly shawn, and feeling lighter on the hedge, I continued with my jobs.
There were thunderstorms in the afternoon which put paid to our pool time but I was okay with that.
Kelli was working on the split dresser and I could see she was getting frustrated trying to paint a neat line between the two sections.
I volunteered to have a go, but it was difficult to achieve a straight line.
I decided to split the unit and remove the offending trim which could then be painted separately, this gave a much better result.
I guess having some hair removed from my brow made me think smarter.
Another Lifetime to go 