Shaggy beyond belief and itching for a haircut
For the past several weeks, well okay maybe months already, I have felt like a shaggy dog. There have been days where I have felt like hiding and not showing my face any where. It seems my hair is growing out of control and there is no one around to take care of my problem. For those who know me, I typically sport a fairly short hair style. But ever since the coronavirus hit, all bets were of for keeping a trim look. I have been itching for a haircut. I normally go about every six weeks. I was already pushing it in early March when I exceeded my normal growth period by a couple weeks. And then it hit. COVID-19 swept in and the governor banned hair stylists and barbers from doing anything more. I’ve lost count, but I think I’m past five months now without a haircut. That is a record for me. I have never allowed that to happen in my lifetime. You know it’s bad when your daughter asks if she should put a pony tail in your hair. “No pony tail needed,” I quipped. “I’ve got this under control,” I assured her. In her normal teenage way, she kind of rolled her eyes and said, “Okay.” But in reality I have had nothing under control when it comes to my hair. It is out of control. Shaggy beyond belief out of control. My oldest daughter also ofered to cut my hair a few times. But again I’m thinking what do you know about cutting hair. You went to college for marketing, not hair styling. Every once in a while I peer into the mirror to take a quick look. And I quickly find myself shuttering in disgust and wonder what I just saw in the mirror. Overgrown hair flopping all over my head. The only thing that has saved me over the past three months is knowing that most other people are in the same boat as I am. I refused the temptation of shearing of my hair or buzzing it completely of for fear of messing things up more. But really how could that even be possible? Instead I have been cleverly tucking my hair behind the ears. A cap also does the trick now and then, though I’m not a huge fan of caps. I guess if there is one thing I take refuge in over this hair crisis, it’s the fact that I have hair to worry about in the first place. I could be bald, by no choice of my own. Some people aren’t as lucky and would love to have hair dangling all over their heads. As of this writing, my hair dilemmas continue. I actually tried last week several times, but of course, everyone was booked for hours on end. I guess I’ll just have to wait a little while longer. After all, what’s another couple weeks? In the meantime, I think I’ll go in hot pursuit of secluding myself from society. No ofense to anyone. It’s just a hairy ordeal I have to get over.