Wednesday and all this week no going in to an office to work.
Friday I might actually go back to the prior job for a day of database work for them. It depends on how scheduling works out. There's still a lot I need to do this week.
Today is meeting a friend for lunch and then assorted shopping and swinging by a clinic to get Amy set up with Medicaid (KidCare) coverage for the pregnancy.
I need clothes (khaki Dockers and some polo/golf shirts to wear until I get the official dealership ones), I'm cutting my hair, and I'm getting a cell phone.
The last two feel really weird. We had a cell phone in the motorhome, and both of us were happy to be done with it. But, it really does make sense to have one. It just won't be turned on and answered 24/7.
And then there's the haircut. In August, 93 I had the last Army buzz cut. After that I just needed hair, so I let it grow long. Two-thirds of the way down my back or so by the time I eventually cut it in December, '99. At the time I did it for two reasons. First, it was becoming a hassle. I was shedding long hairs everywhere. In the car I'd go to tilt my head forward but the ponytail would be caught between the seat and my back. Second, I had just gotten my first ever "permanent," real job. I thought that maybe it was time for change.
Within 6 months I'd regretted cutting it, and let it grow out again. It's not quite as long as it was back in '99, but it's getting there. Some of the same hassle is back. The other part that annoys me is because my hair is so fine there's always shorter strands that end up in my eyes, and loose it does tend to blow everywhere.
On one hand, I like my long hair. It is a part of who I am and who I've been. There's something primal and free about it. But it's not a major part of who I am, and cutting it doesn't really change who I am. I'm starting a major change with this new job. Eventually I want to be chartering boats on the Atlantic, and I don't picture myself with this long hair blowing in the ocean wind.
But I've had long hair so long I have a hard time picturing myself any other way. I'll be bringing Amy along to help me decide on the new look. She says she liked it when I cut it last, but I don't remember what that looked like. We'll bring the digital camera along so I can get a picture up afterwards. Unless I hate it. :-)
Posted by fictionman at July 27, 2005 08:33 AM | TrackBack (1)