Spring is here and I figured it was a good time for a haircut. Might as well look proper for a new Driver’s License photo to boot.
‘Sides, I like visiting my barber in Kentucky.
She exclaimed during my stint in the chair that I’m due for some rough times ahead, which isn’t something anyone wants to hear. This can’t be, I protest. This is my Jesus year.
Maybe she was speaking metaphorically. Silver hairs are starting to creep along the sides of my head, and they are going to be unruly she says — sticking out, not tameable, coarse…
While razoring up my neck she reminded me not to jerk around because if I get cut and sue, I wouldn’t get much. “Just me and two dogs… and we eat well.”
Speaking of her dogs, I snapped a photo of her mutt by the name of Bear. Sweet pup.