Adventures in Hair Cutting and other Pandemic Possibilities…

This pandemic certainly livened up what probably would have been a fairly uneventful and routine Memorial Day weekend.

Friday evening we sat down in front of our TV so we could stream a live concert that was being held on Instagram and Facebook. I have an Instagram account (though I have yet to actually post anything there), but I didn’t know you could hold concerts on it. I only thought it was somewhere people uploaded copious amounts of photos. I guess that shows what some of us GenXers know about technology.

Anyway, the concert was being performed by our favorite folk singer, Lucy Wainwright Roche who we’ve seen in concert several times (usually at Natalie’s Coal Fired Pizza in Worthington). Miss Wainwright Roche was also sitting in her living room (a poster of New York on the wall behind her) where she entertained us with a generous selection from her catalog of songs for about an hour or so.

Besides the music I also enjoyed the sense of community as people periodically commented in the sidebar. We, too, said Hello from Columbus, OH. I was a little surprised to see she had fans on other continents like the UK (for whom it was in the wee hours of the morning) and Australia (late morning/early afternoon for them).

Lucy’s mom encouraged her to seek out donations from her fans (after all, she, like most artists, musicians, entertainers, etc. are still unemployed for the foreseeable future). Her fans (us included) were more than happy to oblige as you could donate via Pay Pal or Venmo.

Although I miss seeing her live, sitting in the comfort of our living room where food and drink is free and the couch certainly more comfortable than the chairs at Natalie’s, wasn’t too bad an experience.

Sunday afternoon Andrew swallowed his courage and took the plunge to shave his head using a new razor he had purchased the previous weekend. Lest you think he’s now bald, he didn’t want to go that far (and I’m really glad he didn’t). Instead he just cut it down to about a ¼” or so.

I got to assist when it came time to shave his neck. Although I was a little nervous, once I felt the razor in my hand, it really wasn’t that intimidating compared to the one my dad uses. Andrew’s razor had no more heft to it than the one I use on my legs, so I felt completely comfortable taking several passes at his neck to remove the stray hairs. I think Andrew wishes he had worn the cape I bought because he had hair all over himself and his ensuite bathroom.

When it was my turn we moved to the Florida room and laid a drop cloth, though that was really overkill because my hair was cut in larger clumps, so there wasn’t a ton of small hairs everywhere. In fact it took longer to get a camera set-up (we ended up just using my phone) than the actual haircut. After all, I certainly wanted to document the moment for posterity.

Though I indicated that I only wished to have about 2-3” removed,

Andrew ended up going a little shorter. I think he was relieved that I didn’t have a hissy fit. I might be high maintenance, but I’m definitely not vain, so I could have cared less. It was more important to me that he at least get it straight (which he did).

Also, it’s been hot, hot, hot lately, so I was more than happy to have it off my neck saving me making a ponytail all summer. Also, it will grow back, and I don’t think it will need trimmed again until probably next year. Now to do something about all the gray… (that’s another adventure for another holiday weekend).