On a whim

My kids were spending the day with Kimmie, as they will once a week this summer (what a crazy luxury) and I had a half hour to kill between going out to breakfast with friends and going to lap swim at the pool.

On my way to the drug store for sunblock, I passed a salon. I should say "salon." I went in; there was a guy at the desk and I said:

"Could you please cut off my hair before I change my mind?"

And he did.

This is a crazy thing for me to do, considering my loyalty to James, the other man in my life, who has cut my hair since I moved here.

But he up and moved to California.

And drastic times call for drastic measures.

The man who cut my hair was no James, and I had to cut off some more when I got home, but MAN do I feel great, totally liberated from the long and tangly heat of my hair.

Today, the weather man said: "There is nice cool, crisp Canadian air moving in today." Timing couldn't be better. My neck is enjoying the breeze.

here's a little glimpse... Skyler took the photo. Not the best.