I know I just wrote a post about hair but it is kinda on my mind (not for long.) About two days ago I was fixing the side burn part of my hair and it came out in my hand. Well I thought, I won’t need to trim that for a while. I called for my sister, Christine, who is staying for a few weeks. I showed her the chunk of hair. There wasn’t much to say. It is very weird to pull wads of hair out of your head. It is amazing how much hair we really have.
Today was a windy day. I was wearing a hat. On the walk back from PT (this is the PT who works on my lymphatic system and surgery site as opposed to the PT that works on my pinched nerve. I am a project.) I decided to pull a little chunk of hair out near the nape of my neck and let it go with the breeze. I showed Christine where I pulled out the hair. She said “Oh you might not want to do that as there is a “v” shaped space in the back of your hair.” I said “Well I can fix that.” So I pulled another chunk out on the other side to even things out.
I felt like standing there with my hat off and pulling all my hair out so it could go with the wind. But then I probably would have ended up in the police blotter. (For my non Bainbridge Island readers, the Bainbridge Review police blotter has some off the wall items that only happen in small towns.) I can see the headline now “Island Trainer Loses Hair in Massive Wind Storm. Fined For Littering.” I kept my hat on and walked home.