“Eema, will you cut my hair?” R asked. “I want it shorter.”
So I did what any parent does in these locked-down times: I sent her for my hair-cutting scissors, thinning shears, and a comb.
I chatted as I worked. It sounded a bit like this:
“Okay, you wanted it just past your shoulders? Here. That’s how long it’ll be.”
“Hmmm… I think the left side is shorter than the right. I’d better straighten it out.”
“Um, R? You’d better have a look in the mirror before I keep going.”
I held my breath as she ran inside (we cut hair on the front porch) to check my work. She emerged from the bathroom smiling. “It’s perfect!” she enthused as she posed for the obligatory post-cut pictures.
Then K approached me and said, “Actually, I was wondering if you could just cut the back of mine. It’s too long and it’s annoying me.”
“Just the back?” I confirmed. “Sure. Have a seat.”
I have to say, I’m pleased with the results. I’m also pleased with how we managed to fill an evening without screens.
Speaking of evenings without screens, I’m without my computer for the next day and a half. Mine kept dying on us while warning me that “battery requires service.” So I took it in to the geniuses at Apple. Is it just me, or does calling it the “genius bar” kind of dilute the meaning of “genius”? I’m sure there are bona-fide geniuses working for apple—I know a couple personally—but mostly as programmers rather than storefront employees.
Anyhow, they ran some tests and the only thing wrong with my laptop is the battery. Apparently they consider this a “quality” issue, so they’re replacing it for free… which takes up to 48 hours. Looks like I have some free time in my immediate future.