What a fun day so far. Kim and I swam laps at 7:30, came home for coffee and breakfast, soaked in the spa tub, and then on his suggestion we rode our bikes over to his barbershop on Mass St. and I got my hair cut. There are two long-time shops side by side, owned by one family, and they’re the real deal. The only change from the good ol’ days is that now there are women barbers alongside the men, one of whom welcomed me into her chair and gave me exactly the cut I wanted. I could have gotten it for only $6 plus tip since I’m of the senior persuasion, but it seemed cheap and cheeky to mention it, so I paid the going rate of $10. You cannot beat that, try as you might. Ten minutes in the chair, happy talk every second, and I’m on my way. Next to me a young dad was getting his head shaved for the summer, followed by his little clone doing the same. The two long-haired daughters giggled uncontrollably when I asked if they were having all their hair cut off as well. One said, “No! Girls don’t NEED haircuts!” Sadly, I am no longer a girl.
We went two doors down for raspberry lemonade smoothies before riding a few more blocks to the salon so Mama could get a pedi. With my shiny new watermelon toes we circled around to the optometrist’s office to schedule an appointment, then home. Everything is an explosion of green, and the flowers and bushes are going crazy.
And now we’re waiting for it to rain, hopefully soon.
Tonight we’ll meet friends across the street at Pachamama’s to listen to jazz. On the patio if it’s dry, indoors if it’s raining. Clearly it needs to rain NOW rather than later.
Have a safe and happy Memorial Weekend! And may all the right parts be rain free. Speaking of “free,” there’s a reason …