HAIR

Women get their hair done everyday. While at coffee this morning one left near the beginning to walk across the street to get the do. Shortly there after another returned with her hair done. When these women returned there were plenty of sweet and kind comments about how nice it looked, how beautiful!

I got my hair cut on Wednesday. It was cut to close on the upper sides. I generally wear my hair combed back and swept to the left. This is a far cry from my youth years when I changed my hairstyle more often than my underwear. That was one of the joys of having very think hair that would do just about anything. I had all the specialties cuts of the day. I don’t remember them all but some of my favorites were a crew cut, flattop, ducktails, and a college cut. Loved the ducktails. The college cut made me look like a professional. Professional what, I don’t know.

With my hair short on the sides and near the top, both sides stuck out like the pinfeathers of a freshly plucked chicken. I wore it that way yesterday and it looked like I just crawled out of bed. So today I combed it all forward and waxed a few strands straight up on the crown. If I could have added a few bold freckles I would have looked like Alfalfa from the Our Gang series of short films from the 30’s and 40’s. Do I get compliments? No. What happened to your hair? I changed the style? Why? You look like that kid from the movies. Alfalfa? Yea, him! That was the look I was going for. It looks weird. But you thought her new look was nice. Why isn’t mine nice? You’re kidding, right? It makes you look like a kid. That should be a good thing. Naw — it’s not. You’re old. I know. Don’t remind me. At least I still have most of my hair. Wish it were white, but it's just salt and pepper.

I guess that’s it for my hair acceptance. If I go back to the old style it will slick out on the sides. It’s just too short to do anything with it. Tomorrow is Saturday. I won’t comb it at all. I most likely won’t even leave my apartment. My place needs to be cleaned up anyway. I haven’t figure out what I will do on Sunday. I may just put a lot of gooey, sticky, stiff stuff in it and pull it up in funky little spikes. Its all the rage with the under 20 crowd and it looks more mature than the Alfalfa look. But Monday, I’m going to comb it all forward and grease it straight up in the front for the Beaver look. Actually, I liked Wally better. Didn’t care much for the Beav. He was weird. I wanted Wally to be my brother. He was cool.