It was a make do effort which I undertook during the Covid-19 lock downs starting in 2020, and for all bar one, I have cut my own hair this entire time. I’m not particularly skilled at it, with an electric trimmer, and a cheap set of scissors, but I’ve managed to get the job done three or four times a year depending on how I feel. I’m not at the forefront of style so it’s a simple look, and one I have maintained for the better part of a decade now. And at $30.00 a pop plus tip, a non trivial amount of cash saved in the process. Luckily for me I work from home, and I wear a toque due to the cold winter months, and a ball cap to shield myself from the sun in the warmer months. My hair, whilst grey and limp, isn’t all that important. I can say that because while it will definitely grow thin, I will not go bald (without some sort of outside influence, or illness that is.) for the sake of twenty minutes contorting myself in the mirror to get the very back of my head right, it’s a simple enough undertaking. I do enlist my wife to tidy up if she notices anything I’ve missed via mirror, or phone review of my own handy work.
Late last year I went and paid to get my hair done and afterwards I could not see any marked difference between what I am capable of when patient, and what the hair dresser had done with nearly forty of my hard earned dollars in her hand at the end. I don’t style it with “product“, so no need for any fussing, or faffing about in the mirror. I can do that! I thought. So I do. Enough said.
I can hardly believe it is Thursday. This month is nearly half done come Saturday. These extraordinarily busy weeks are making time fly by. These Facebook memories of my children being tiny wee toddlers is making me sad. I definitely don’t want any new children, but I do miss them being really little — on occasion. I still think of them in their tiny little waddling toddler form. Chubby legs. And puffed out cheeks. Oh! They were so adorable. I miss carrying them around. I DO NOT miss diapers, and potty training. Bottle feeding was pleasant enough. A bundled lump with a drink plopped on my chest while I watched movies, or read stories to them. It was a really nice time (mostly). Stressful in other ways, but also more laid back. They didn’t do nine different activities every single week, all over town, requiring evenings driving every which way. Soon enough they will outgrow us, and will go about their business without us in tow.
Oh the dastardly passage of time. You can be cruel. But oh the times we had, the memories we hold because of it all. Love it.
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