P R O C R A S T I N A T I O oh wait, I need to click on this

I slept until 9:54 this morning. Musta been tired, I’m thinking, since it was lights out at 10:00 pm last night. Then in the shower I remembered I had an appt to get my hair beautified and, as I was lathering up my hair, I could not recall if the appointment was at 10:00 am or at 2:00 pm. Obviously, if it was 10:00 trouble was looming. But it was at 11:00 am. Whew! Except I could have taken a more leisurely shower.

At 10:30 My brother called to say he was coming over at 11:15 to take my son to lunch and buy him a chair for his room as the promised birthday present. You can see the logistical problem, no doubt. So anyway, I duly told the mostly sleeping son he needed to be up and dressed by eleven, ciao, I’m going to go get my hair cut. I think he grunted in response. At eleven, I called him from the salon to make sure he was up. He was. Cranky as heck, though.

Aside: When I lived in San Francisco, a certified genius cut my hair. I could fall asleep (and as my son was an infant to toddler at this time, this actually happened. Always.) Tony would wake me up after a while and my hair would look different from the last time and completely fantastic. I got spoiled. Then I moved north.

After having too many bad and cheap haircuts, I decided to let my hair grow because no one can tell you have a bad hair cut if your hair is in a ponytail all the time. But this is boring, let me tell you. And very limiting as to style. Plus, my hair is naturally curly with the curl moving from wavy to just about ringlets depending on the level of humidity. And let me just say that it’s risky, with hair like that, to go out without the ponytail…

So, a while back I took a deep breath and ponied up to get my hair cut at Joe Hamer Salon by the talented Justine because I hyperventilate at the cost of having Joe Hamer cut my hair. Joe Hamer, despite being a hair-cutting celebrity, has a salon in Petaluma because he lives here. And now, once again, I can go back to falling asleep while my hair gets beautified and cut and whatever. I don’t really know what she does because, as mentioned, I am dozing, if not actually asleep. Plus, today Joe had his chihuahua at the salon and said cute little dog slept on my lap while I slept, too. I looove getting my hair done.

Then I came home, all rested and with sparkly fun hair to watch my brother and my son putting together the chair. This was entertaining. Also, my Flip Ultra video camera came. I took it out of the box, put in the battery and did a test video of my son about 1 minute later. Seriously. I’d post the video, but I promised I wouldn’t. So, then I checked email and was sucked into the internet void which is really kind of a blur right now, but clicking was involved, I remember that, and in between waiting for pages to render (satellite is better than dial up but it’s still not fast) I was reading Patti O’Shea’s Twilight’s Shadow and pretty soon I got tired of interrupting the reading to click…. Then I made dinner and ran into a dumpling problem that took FOREVER to resolve, and then since I was almost done with the book and I needed to know what happened, I went ahead and finished. And then it was 9:40 pm and too late to work, right?

Yeah. I blame Patti.

Here’s a picture I took of some pale purple/pink daisies:

Pink Daisies

Tomorrow I will be strict with myself. I promise.


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4 Responses to “P R O C R A S T I N A T I O oh wait, I need to click on this”

  1. Sandra Schwab says:

    We want pictures of the beautified hair! (Though the daisies are sweet, too!)

    I was good today and wrote two more pages for the diss, yet as a result I haven’t really prepared anything for class tomorrow. But who cares? I’ll show them two episodes from Brian Sewell’s Grand Tour — fingers crossed that the beamer will be working!

  2. Carolyn says:

    LOL! Ok, but after I get some work done.

    You have a Beamer? Well, you live in Germany so maybe that’s standard issue. I want Beamer. Or maybe a Porche.

    Good luck with the diss!


  3. Susan/DC says:

    I totally understand about the hair. My hair is curly too and requires an excellent cut if it’s not to be wild. When I first moved to Washington DC from Boston, I worked for Amtrak, so I took advantage of the free train to go up to Boston just to get my hair cut by my certified genius of a stylist. When I quit Amtrak I panicked because it meant not only looking for a new job but looking for a local stylist. Took me a while but I finally found one and am a much happier person for it. Must admit I really like curly hair, or at least I do when it’s cut well.

  4. Carolyn says:

    Susan/DC: Oh, yes, a kindred spirit. You understand the joy and despair of curly hair!