When I go to the hair salon in the mall, I often feel as if I were going to confession. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been six weeks since my last haircut.
Six weeks?!? No wonder my head was starting to look like I was wearing a Russian fur hat. I got a haircut just before the cruise, and I wasn't happy with how long it was then. It's been growing ever since, straight up to the sky (and just as gray).
Why do the clipsters always lie about how long it's going to be before it's your turn? Fifteen or twenty minutes, I was told. If they'd said thirty or forty, which would have been the truth, I could have done my other mall errands instead of sitting in their waiting area looking at the rack of fashion magazines.
So that's why (in case the Boss is reading this, and heaven forbid) it took me three hours to run my morning errands today. That's why I was at the mall until past noon. Well, that's one reason why anyway. The other reason is that I really didn't know what I was looking for. I saw some things I would have liked for myself, but for once I wasn't shopping for me.
Somehow I did manage to spend some money. It must have been the pressure. All the big birthdays and holidays are cramped into the next ten days, so I had to be focused and determined. That's the only reason I was out shopping on a Monday anyway, so there was no reason to hold back. I'm pretty pleased with the results, actually.
But I'm not finished, not by a metric furlong. I have plans for almost every day this week. I'm making a big elaborate shopping itinerary because I'm looking for things I don't expect to find easily. I don't know why I'm doing that at this late date, but it will make it that much sweeter if I'm successful.