In the Shower

There's a lot going on this month with holiday preps, meetings, parties, weather, and just lots of stuff. As my co-worker used to say, "everyone is overwhelmed." I am not one of the overwhelmed, but sometimes I am Oliver OutofIt. Like today.

The plan was to drive to Wellesley for various appointments, one of them being my holiday haircut. Time to get out of the jammies and the slippers and ready to go. Into the shower. The next thing I realize is that I am washing my hair, with a big mountain of shampoo on my head. This wouldn't be so stupid except that someone is going to shampoo me again in two hours. I thought seriously about just letting the hair dry any old which way, but what would the hairdresser think? The nice color I got a few weeks ago wouldn't look very cool with wrath-of-god hair.

This was kind of like cleaning the house before the housekeeper arrives. I waltzed into the salon looking pretty good, even getting into makeup and perfume.

Afterward, looking even better, why not do a little Christmas shopping? And why not buy oneself a little present, after all, who could be more deserving. I do this every year. I still remember the first time ever I did it, at Marshall Fields in Chicago, and I bought a red mohair sweater.

Today's purchase was a tan tee-shirt with glitter around the collar--perfect with my brown jeans and boots. Adds a little sparkle to the holidays. Then of course we had to go to dinner when there was perfectly good leftover goulash soup to eat. But you knew that.

At the cheese shop, they said the bakery in Hyannis burnt down, and there was no bread. No bread to eat with the cheese. When the bakery burns, does it smell like burnt toast only more so? This was very bad news indeed, not only for us but for everyone. It's hard to find decent bread in the burbs. Sometime it's good, and sometimes it's too, shall we say, American?

These are the kinds of thoughts I have in the shower, and that's why I washed my hair to go to the hairdresser. I knew a guy who did his best computer program debugging in the shower. Mine used to be in the car, or in my dreams. When I wasn't off to Iraq.

Festival Madness seems like it is finished. I rewrote the ending about as often as the beginning. Maybe that's why I feel a little nutso today. But nutso with clean, very clean, hair.

Aloha,

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