Hair Cut

There is a quaint little house on the corner of Buffalo Road and the side street we take when we are walking home. I have often cut across their lawn without paying too much attention. I figure I can't hurt the grass since its all brown from lack of water, and the place seemed to be some sort of business. Its called Beach Fx. I saw a neon sign for tanning, and another one for nails.

I remembered it from last time we lived here, and I think it was a barbershop then. Its right across the street from Pearce Church. Well, I was beginning to realize that its been 2 months since that last disastrous hair cut in Connecticut, and time has arrived to find a hairdresser who can at very least cut my thin hair, not even considering anything beyond that.

So as I was walking home the other day thinking about upcoming events like the student open house, my first choir rehearsal and first Sunday in a new church, the big ribbon cutting ceremony, I knew I had to find a place to get my hair trimmed. I was just at the corner by Beach Fx when I realized that they indeed offered hair dresser services. So I made an appointment for today.

It was a bit offputting when I met the young girl who would be cutting my hair. She had streaks of red, blue, and pink in her own black dyed hair, a nose ring, several sets of earrings and clothes that looked like parts were missing - that intentional raggedy look.

But she had a pleasant smile and a pronounceable name, and greeted me warmly, so I sat in her chair and we chatted about what I had in mind. I wasn't too hopeful - just that I not end up looking strange because of all the upcoming events. She talked about long days, hectic schedules, life being demanding and confusing, and punctuated her dialog with queries about how I wanted things done as she snipped away.

It was a relief not to have to talk much, mostly nod and be understanding. At least I didn't need to tell her how my hair got so thin, how I ended up with these glaring bald spots, howcome I am not coloring my gray hair because that would make me look so much younger.

She didn't comment on anything or make any observations as so many beauticians do. She did not try to sell me "product" or talk me into anything I didn't ask for. She just did what I asked, and did it well and quickly. It was nice. And I ended up with a decent cut. Sometimes looks and names can be a bit misleading. I am not into obtaining any beach effects or strange colorations or a raggedy look. But they accommodated my conventionality without comment.

Now I just have to find a barber for Drew. He has made it quite clear that he doesn't like the "girlie" cuts he has had to endure. I am planning to take him to the Italian shop over by the old IGA. We shall see how that goes.