Good day for a haircut

Montage from around Tiny Tina’s Barber Shop

This is the week of days. Each one has been a little epic in itself, and this one is no different.

I wake up to a phone call from a client and put on my instant “I am awake and alert” voice. It is surreal.

I pee quietly and make mental notes, nodding vocally about deliverables.

A haircut would be prudent as I use up the last of my shampoo. I can’t remember the brand as I type this. My attention to detail is spotty. (post post: It is Johnson’s Baby Shampoo)

I hop in the truck and make another mental note… Get new tail light lens PRONTO. (I backed into a tree a few weeks back while parking in the woods).

Tiny Tina’s barber chair is empty and she welcomes me inside as she stubs out a cigarette not even half smoked. She’ll save that for later, I’m sure.

Tina’s new pup seems to be taking well to the place, fitting right in with the plants and furniture. It paws a stuffed toy and circles around to find cooler linoleum from time to time.

“So where you off to this time darlin?” she bellows.

“Welllllllllllll…” I tell her I’m not too sure, “likely I’ll end up in Calgary before you know it. Cut it shorter than usual.”

Tina encourages me with things like, “Don’t matter how much money you’ve got in the bank, if you don’t have good memories, it ain’t much worth it, now is it?”

She’s where I go when I want to hear someone put it to me straight, and agree with me every step of the way.

“This short enough, hon?”

“Maybe a wee bit shorter.” Not sure how long I’ll be out there.

I leave, beaming. My head feels 10 pounds lighter.

I don’t mind the heat.

I get to the office, and the next part of the day begins. Jen calls me on the phone. She’ll be leaving the states soon. We agree to meet for lunch.