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I have short hair, now! I was planning to do this in the middle of next summer, but what the hell. :) I'm not going to tell FaceBook until I have been to work again, if I can stand to hold off, because I want to see my co-worker's surprised faces. ;) I think the whole nit comb thing would have been absolutely horrible without clippering it.
Today, over at the house, we met the farmer down the road who's been plowing our driveway; I jogged down there and gave him some money, and he looked quite confused, and apologized for having caught the corner of the garage this last time - he just got a new blade, a little wider than his old one, and misjudged the distance when he went to back up. We hadn't noticed, yet. He says he's already talked to someone about coming to fix it, but when we did look at it, it appears mostly cosmetic. Yes, there should be a one-by down the corner to keep weather out, but all in all it looks like something we'll be able to fix ourselves as soon as we have a hammer and a ladder over there. He also offered to let us use his oil jugs if the oil company didn't turn up (we were waiting quite nervously at that point, because it was going to be dark soon). All in all I thought he was very nice, and that his upper lip looked a lot like the Grinch's.
Drama reduction - the oil company came and filled the tank, so no more running back and forth.
And my cold is ripening into delight. Delight, I tell you. With aching joints and stoop-shouldered shuffling, and falling asleep in the car. Of course, I didn't get much sleep last night. I have, however, had two baths and at least three showers, with the cootie removal process. Long day.
Off to bed. :)
Today, over at the house, we met the farmer down the road who's been plowing our driveway; I jogged down there and gave him some money, and he looked quite confused, and apologized for having caught the corner of the garage this last time - he just got a new blade, a little wider than his old one, and misjudged the distance when he went to back up. We hadn't noticed, yet. He says he's already talked to someone about coming to fix it, but when we did look at it, it appears mostly cosmetic. Yes, there should be a one-by down the corner to keep weather out, but all in all it looks like something we'll be able to fix ourselves as soon as we have a hammer and a ladder over there. He also offered to let us use his oil jugs if the oil company didn't turn up (we were waiting quite nervously at that point, because it was going to be dark soon). All in all I thought he was very nice, and that his upper lip looked a lot like the Grinch's.
Drama reduction - the oil company came and filled the tank, so no more running back and forth.
And my cold is ripening into delight. Delight, I tell you. With aching joints and stoop-shouldered shuffling, and falling asleep in the car. Of course, I didn't get much sleep last night. I have, however, had two baths and at least three showers, with the cootie removal process. Long day.
Off to bed. :)