Day 1366 Short cut

8th May 2021

I was sent off to have a proper haircut, this will be the first for over a year, and I’m scared.

I expect the stylist to shriek in horror with what had been done to it, but that’s their job to put it right, hopefully.

I arrived right on time, there were all the Covid procedures to go through, temperature, contact phone numbers, and the usual waivers so that the business doesn’t get sued.

I sat in the chair, I had to keep my mask on, I thought this will be interesting. The lighting was particularly bad, so not only did I look like I was wearing a burka, the lines on my forehead were deeply furrowed and my eyes all dark and sullen, it was as if Keith Richard was looking over my shoulder.

My hair was falling in piles all over the floor, I’m sure she sheared sheep in her spare time, it was a good thing she didn’t trap my head between her knees, I would have nightmares for a month.

I survived, outside the cool breeze blew through the remnants of my hair, “that’s me done for another year”.

I had to search for dried dog food, that stuff goes so fast, I would save a lot of time just pouring it down the poop hole, and not have to collect the dog pellets everyday.

I managed to find some at the Aldi on the north side of town, I grabbed two bags with a frenzy that would make a seasoned hoarder proud, rushing back to the truck in victory.

Next stop was the landscaping place to buy another fifteen gallons of stones for the deck.