Barber Shop

Good morning. It's almost the end of October if you are keeping tract of the passage of time. I don't mean to be aware of it as it is going to go by whether I pay attention or not. The predicted storms arrived but nowhere as dreadful as the weathermen touted. I walked up to have my hair cut at Gina's and found the wind biting and for a second I thought of turning around but then my vanity took over and I bent to the wind and walked a good ten blocks. It is good for me, and I should do it more often but I am lazy. When I arrived Gina had just finished with a gentleman who I thought was leaving but he spent the next half hour on center stage ranting and raving about family values, the differences in religion and my poor loquations Gina couldn't get a word in. For Gina that is nothing short of a miracle as she talks from the time you reach the chair until you leave and entertains her customers with every thought she can filter through her brain and believe me nothing is sacred. It is like attending a stand up comic and laughter flows even if the conversation is far out there.



I am sure Gina must have some interesting days as the conversation flows once she gets someone talking about politics, children, home, housing market and all other current news. The gentlemen of my generation have the look and sound of the curmudgeon and are quite articulate when it comes to how it used to be as opposed to how it is now. I smile as I listen as I know where they are coming from and the values they were brought up with. The younger men are more silent as if it were not quite right to talk about current events or maybe it is because they are not paying attention to what is going on around them., and most likely think that Gina is a bit to inquisitive for their taste. The ladies are much more vocal about raising children and the current dress code, or the fashions of today and the want of better and bigger stores to give our Fred Meyers a bit of competition. All in all it is quite amusing to spend an hour waiting for a hair cut that becomes more mannish each visit. I think Gina thinks I look good in short, short hair and she mentioned it brings out my eyes . . . well I don't think I'll argue with her when she has those sharp little scissors in hand, and I do like short hair but today I look like a furry ball with about an inch of hair standing straight. Not a look I like but I'll get used to it as in three weeks it will be just where I want it . . . then another week I'll look like the wild women of Borneo and have to go back and visit Gina and do it all over again.


So today, I hope when you go to get your hair done you have as much fun and participate in the conversation and laugh out loud. All you have to do is bring up something a late night comic had to say and the conversation ball keeps rolling along. You just never meet a stranger in a barber shop, at least not one around here. Use your seconds wisely today and try not wasting any. Laughter is hardly a waste of your time. I'm off to put on my coffee, open the other eye and think about what I want to do with my day. Finding a piece of that horrible camouflage puzzle would help. Friend Marge came by yesterday with a new one for me to do, a lighthouse . . . um . . . looks good but it will be a long time before I get to that one. I may be finding pieces to the one on the table right up until and through the holidays. I may be celebrating New Year's eve looking for the illusive pieces. Come on by and you can help. Hugs to all.