Hair
I missed my appointment for a haircut yesterday. It's gone beyond silly now. It was already long when I was travelling in Europe, but I thought I'd leave it until I got home before I cut it short again, in time for summer. Unfortunately, I was called in to work yesterday, and missed my chance to tame it again.
Now it hangs down past my knees, lying dirty on the floor when I'm sitting in my chair. When I walk down the street, it blows in the faces of people walking five feet behind me. Princesses in towers gaze upon it in naked envy.
This morning as I made myself a coffee, my hair started fixing itself a snack on the counter next to me. It popped some bread into the toaster and ate a tub of yoghurt while it waited, spooning the strawberry flavoured creamy goodness with obvious pleasure.
Later in the day, it started making arrangements to rent its own house down the road. It is no longer satisfied with a dependent existence on top of me. It wants to strike out and see if it can make it in the world.
I need that haircut, but the hairdresser has flown to Melbourne for a week. Her return in seven days may be well too late if current events continue on their path.
I am at a loss. I will take it for a walk in the sunshine now and ponder this predicament.
Now it hangs down past my knees, lying dirty on the floor when I'm sitting in my chair. When I walk down the street, it blows in the faces of people walking five feet behind me. Princesses in towers gaze upon it in naked envy.
This morning as I made myself a coffee, my hair started fixing itself a snack on the counter next to me. It popped some bread into the toaster and ate a tub of yoghurt while it waited, spooning the strawberry flavoured creamy goodness with obvious pleasure.
Later in the day, it started making arrangements to rent its own house down the road. It is no longer satisfied with a dependent existence on top of me. It wants to strike out and see if it can make it in the world.
I need that haircut, but the hairdresser has flown to Melbourne for a week. Her return in seven days may be well too late if current events continue on their path.
I am at a loss. I will take it for a walk in the sunshine now and ponder this predicament.