Tuesday, November 30, 2010

@WanderingWilbo is about to be shorn of his sideburns.

My mother cut my hair best. Maybe I have unwisely departed from her
early styles. She had a barber kit from Sears, and I was a towhead
until I turned seven or eight. So she just run the shears over my
scalp, as if she were mowing a lawn. I think of this now because a
sylist is about to shampoo, scissors trim and blowdry my hair. Maybe
even add product, mousse or something. Mom still has the kit, but
Parkinson's recently diagnosed reminds me that time changes all
things. She still cooks for dad & herself, but I'm doubting she can
hold the shears steady now.

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