After highlighting my hair with blue, everything else seems unimportant. The blue is very dark, so I’m waiting for it to fade a little so it actually shows. I think it’s really cute so far, but my hair needs to be styled every day. That’s the thing about short hair- there’s no getting away with a ponytail. My first job was at SuperCuts, where all of the hairdressers practiced on me. My hair went from the middle of my back to a fade fairly quickly. I think that a short cut makes my face look less round, so I’ve just kept it.
And in fact, my first job and my fade now often gets me interested in haircuts on YouTube. I particularly like Dan Gregory @ The Regal Gentleman. Just listening to him banter with the customers is interesting, and the haircuts are always spot on.
It’s not about learning to cut hair. It’s learning the lingo to get more precision results.
My weekend was absolutely wonderful. Every time I drive back to Virginia I recount all of my memories there and gawk at the monuments in DC on the way out. DC is still a mystery to me politically, but I absolutely love the architecture. Seeing it was part of the rhythm, part of the settling of my nervous system as I got out of town. The weather was miserably cold, but we didn’t care. We were inside gaming, watching movies, and cooking together.
It was different being in charge of a system like three kids with actual lives outside of me. I now know the rhythm of a parent and the cognitive load is heavier than advertised. But when you have kids who adore you, you do it willingly and gladly. Watch that youngest. They’re a little shifty.
There were a few things that absolutely were not on my bingo card, but it was fine. Dad just seemed happy the children were still alive.
But I finally had that moment of “oh, that’s why my parents probably did things the way they did them.” It’s intense and universal; Jeanne does not go back to the circle couch. You figure out a lot when you can finally bend the spoon.
The best part is that in addition to Maclaren the Frenchie, I had an additional dog, Beanie, who looks like Frank from “Men in Black.” Ayalla said, “she gets that a lot.” I’m sure. It’s not every day that you meet an intelligence officer.
I think I met one, though, and they’re currently ten years old because of course they are. That systems brain is always running, and trying to outrun me. Luckily, I caught on fast.
Tiina said, “they’re like velociraptors. Trainable, but don’t turn your back.”
I am currently almost catatonic out of exhaustion and yet when I woke up this morning I didn’t hear the dogs or the kids stirring. I was so disoriented that I thought “where are the children?!” And then I realized, “Oh. They’re not here.”
Tiina was also really sweet and let me visit the TV she got me for Hannukah.
Stories That Are All True 