Saturday, March 22, 2008

My New Head

I work for a small company, and the administrative assistant hand delivers our pay stubs every other Friday. Yesterday afternoon, as she made her rounds at 3 o'clock, she got to pass on a little bit of good news as well. The owners had decided to send us home early because of Good Friday. Of course, I was in the middle of something and didn't actually get out the door for another half hour, but it was welcome news nonetheless.

The first thing I did when I got the notice was call home. I wanted to suggest to SodaBoy that we go and get haircuts and coffee drinks, but he didn't answer the phone. When I got home, his car was in the driveway, and looking inside, I could see him in the back room, talking on the phone and looking out the window. I ran around back and tapped on the window. When he came around to the back door to let me in, there was no phone--it turns out he had been listening to my office voicemail greeting, which I made obnoxiously long to deter people from actually leaving a message.

The first thing I noticed upon seeing him was that he had gotten a haircut. Further questioning revealed that he had also enjoyed a coffee drink. I won't go as far as to suggest we are any great minds, but we sure think alike.

SodaBoy accompanied me back out for support, and I obtained the dreaded haircut. I am kind of a freak in that I don't like haircuts. I know many people feel pampered or something and actually enjoy the process, but to me it's an awful lot like going to the dentist, with someone I don't know getting all up in my business and chattering away the whole time. My friend T. gave me a haircut last summer, but it's been over two years since I was in a salon. As far as I'm concerned, the best thing about a haircut is how much quicker it is to wash and rinse short hair.


I hadn't really intended to blog about the haircut, but I was taking some pictures on the self timer to send to my mother and sister when Rhea jumped up, demanding attention just while I was posing, causing my hair to obscure my face as I looked down at her. It's not a great photo: Rhea's face is blurry because it was a long exposure, and she had been looking up at me until the shutter engaged. However, blogging has re-trained my eye, and now a portrait with hair blocking face translates to instant bloggability. So here it is: my new head.

7 comments:

coffeypot said...

You've never looked more beautiful. Uh! Which one is you?

Nadine said...

How freaky that you both decided to get haircuts and coffee drinks simultaneously.

Aliki2006 said...

I love the new hair and I LOVE the books in the background! And coffee drinks and haircuts sound so lovely...

Patricia Robb said...

I don't always like the chatter at the hairdresser either. I sometimes say to him or her that I am going to relax and shut my eyes and that deters any conversation. As an ex-hairdresser we definitely don't mind when someone wants to sit and relax. Your trip to the salon should be relaxing, not stressful.

Hairdressers don't always want to talk either.

Patricia
http://secretaryhelpline.blogspot.com/

BerryBird said...

Thanks for the kind words, everyone, and welcome, Patricia. I should be clear that the stylist who cut my hair was professional and certainly very nice, and I am quite pleased with the haircut and the service. We talked about a wide range of interesting topics, including chestnut blight, emerald ash borers, the proposed mall expansion, wind turbines, the farmers market, the stations of the cross, yogurt, the university, etc.

My dread of haircuts is mostly on the anticipation end--I have never had a painful or traumatic experience. I rarely had haircuts as a child, with my very first trip to the salon at age 12. I think I just never properly socialized to the experience.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Very strange weird and interesting picture. I've been thinking of cutting my hair, too, bike Biker Buddy weeps big alligator tears every time I mention it. It's out of control though!

HAPPY EASTER!

Ch'all doing? Anything special?

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

This is really kind of a strange picture!