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June 30, 2000
That is honest to God the name of the hairdresser's
salon that my older son sent us to so I could get my hair done.
Down in San Jose.
Down 680 - except I, of course, being slightly
distracted, drove down 880 because it is near my home. And the receptioist
gave me directions from 680 while thinking it was 880.
So I got lost.
However, I saw an upcoming exit with the name
of the street next to my office and swung off the freeway. Knopwing vaguely
where I was, I knew where I wasn't.
I stumbled around a bit and then FLASH - it
hit me - I have a MAP in the glove compartment.
I was looking for a gas station.
My younger son, captive in the passenger seat,
mumbled something about my needing a GPS tracking system.
A toy his brother has mounted on the dashboard
of the Tacoma.
A toy I have steadfastly refused.
I still don't have a cell phone or pager either.
I pulled over and read the map.
Yep.
Wrong freeway. Wrong directions.
Of course, driving backwards (down the freeway
in the other direction) there is no exit for Race street.
Of course not.
So I got off at Bird and turned left.
Voila.
My younger son has long, floppy, thick and
unruly hair.
So do I.
I need help BEFORE I go see Fabio.
We park and enter the yellow house.
It is a house that was described with "boys
who stand around and do hair all day - they will fix you up" according
to my older son. "Tell them I sent you."
OK. I need fixing up.
So does my younger son.
They look at my son - "shorter" they say.
They look at me - "It's thick I say". "No,
it's not," they say.
Once it is washed however, they agree with
me.
Needs thinning - bounce the razor down the
shaft.
Needs trimming - dead ends.
Needs color. Better than my bottle.
Six hours later, I have thinned out, trimmed,
dark hair with Burgundy streaks and Cherry-Cola transparent color. Blown
dry and sprayed.
I have new hair spray.
And a color sealer.
My younger son.......
Has been washed and trimmed short - very short
- about one inch high on top, spiked, and he now has streaks!
Very mod.
Very cool.
He wants advice as to how to get it back that
way after showers.
I advise him that I have Redkin products at
home and gels.
He sleeps all the way home in the car - his
bandages are now off.
But he woke up when we neared home - actually
as we neared Togo's.
Sat right up and shouted! "Food!"
Of course I took him there.
He came out with a 4-foot Family sandwich,
a bag of chips and a soda (both small).
Food for today and tomorrow.
Good.
I will not cook.
Might mess my hair.
I took the time to run next door and grab
two Regency dress patterns Butterick's pattern book has shown me.
I have dresses to make for November. I am
still, at heart, a Regency writer wanna-be.
I have a dress to make for Fabio - 5.5 days
to lift off!!!!
Guess I'd better get going.
I'm surprised I haven't packed my suitcase
yet.
Oh wait. That's tomorrow's activity.
Right now I am harvesting tomatoes and summer
squash from my front yard.
My version of a quick dinner.
My son is angling to go on the date with me
- to take pictures of us coming and going.
Hmmmmm.
What bother me is that I am considering this.
People magazine and Romantic Times want photos
you see.
Since I really, really can't afford to ever
do this again, so do I.
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