Thoughts at the hairdresser
Having my hair washed feels good, warm and peaceful. I think I like the color . Cover that old grey with a warm golden brown the color of sunlight filtering through tree leaves in the forest. I'm hiding there, on the side of the back porch, in the afternoon, always the early afternoon, with the sun dancing through the leaves; I'm waiting, watching. I'm afraid; the pain rises up into my chest, filling my throat. The boxer is barking. Shrieks from the camp, its the old Auntie, the leaves tremble with the screams. The strawberry smell of shampoo returns me to the present, the ache persists. "How are the kids?" I try to recall something nice to relate. "My son just made A and B Honor Role." I'm thinking of Friday morning.
I rushed to be at the special awards assembly, since he had worked so hard to achieve that goal FIRST TIME! Then I rushed to the expulsion hearing at the high school. The School Board officer, a kindly grandfatherly type asked, "Have you been to one of these before?" I was embarrassed to nod assent.
A couple years ago J.P. had been watching his brother take and sell drugs. I had a rule about, "No drugs in this house, EVER!" which went unheeded. Little brother thought he could do what big brother did, to show how smart and big he was. Some "friend" informed, and off he was to the big "40", as he referred to 2020 Auburn Avenue, Juvenile Detention. The School Board Hearing was not pretty, giving him a long expulsion, but following that, he was also given work detail and a longer punishment by the "40" for assaulting the little kid that ratted him out. Yes, I have been to one of those meetings...not where I want to be.
So now my sweet little Baby has already been out of school 10 days (how can we truly make up that work?) and I hope this is the end of the road. Instead, we have another month at home. This cannot be positive for her future. None of this is on my lips in the beauty shop. I am back in the woods and the sunny afternoon.
Old Uncle lived there, in that cabin, but being deaf could not hear a thing. Old Auntie yelled at him, talked nonsense, he just played cards, and thought the thoughts old white haired men do in their older years when old women in flowered flowing dresses with untamed hair are yelling at them. I'm peeking in at the screens. I saw their caretaker moving through the cabin, straightening up, a middle aged nurse, we called Aunt Cecelia. Aunt C would do kindnesses for us kids in the area; often we came by for treats. The bakery wagon came by on Mondays,so we would go down, she would pick a few treats, some bread, and we could have a donut or a sweet roll, and a glass of milk in the kitchen and visit with her. We never talked to the Old Uncle or to Auntie, they seemed to be too old for that, but Aunt C always had a lot to talk about with us. Sometimes I would dance or do tricks for the old folks: a handstand, a cartwheel, or a bridge in the living room. The Old Auntie would laugh and clap, and the old uncle would cast an eye toward me but not miss a move in his card game. On Thursdays the Gazzardo's fruit wagon came, pull open its sides and we could purchase all kinds of fresh produce. I think Mr G had a grocery in a large city nearby, and came up for the weekend with his family, and this is how he provided for them, and us for his summer holidays. Aunt C treated us to a fruit. She wanted Tyll to come by for his energy drink, a malted milk with special raw egg in it. Yuck!
Aunt C decided to introduce herself to my Mom because of certain improprieties on the beach. There were allegations that certain foreigners were not properly clothed( according to Beach Rules) and SOME ONE had to get the word out. One day Aunt C invited my Mom to tea. She had a long talk about bathing at the beach, and all that. Mom explained, in her country, it was considered unhealthy to remain in a wet suit after bathing. There were no bathhouses at the beach, so she covered with a towel, and slipped into a dry suit after swimming, UNDER TOWEL COVER, as she had done since a child. Well, the Beach Police, did not approve of any changing on the beach and this was a problem. Since that day, she and Aunt C became the best of friends, laughing at the silly Beach Police, and what they worry about. And Tyll and I spent many afternoons visiting her cabin for treats and snacks and conversations.
Why do I recall Susie barking, and I am afraid? I'm sick to my stomach, no it's not really like a flu, not really like cramps. It's different, sort of all over inside me, my heart stopping and my blood rushing, but pounding in my ears and not moving at the same time. My brain is frozen and my head hurts. I'm confused, can not place this feeling, where I have had this feeling where I am...
I like this hair color, this is an easy style to do, just wash and dry. Thanks. See you in a month
I rushed to be at the special awards assembly, since he had worked so hard to achieve that goal FIRST TIME! Then I rushed to the expulsion hearing at the high school. The School Board officer, a kindly grandfatherly type asked, "Have you been to one of these before?" I was embarrassed to nod assent.
A couple years ago J.P. had been watching his brother take and sell drugs. I had a rule about, "No drugs in this house, EVER!" which went unheeded. Little brother thought he could do what big brother did, to show how smart and big he was. Some "friend" informed, and off he was to the big "40", as he referred to 2020 Auburn Avenue, Juvenile Detention. The School Board Hearing was not pretty, giving him a long expulsion, but following that, he was also given work detail and a longer punishment by the "40" for assaulting the little kid that ratted him out. Yes, I have been to one of those meetings...not where I want to be.
So now my sweet little Baby has already been out of school 10 days (how can we truly make up that work?) and I hope this is the end of the road. Instead, we have another month at home. This cannot be positive for her future. None of this is on my lips in the beauty shop. I am back in the woods and the sunny afternoon.
Old Uncle lived there, in that cabin, but being deaf could not hear a thing. Old Auntie yelled at him, talked nonsense, he just played cards, and thought the thoughts old white haired men do in their older years when old women in flowered flowing dresses with untamed hair are yelling at them. I'm peeking in at the screens. I saw their caretaker moving through the cabin, straightening up, a middle aged nurse, we called Aunt Cecelia. Aunt C would do kindnesses for us kids in the area; often we came by for treats. The bakery wagon came by on Mondays,so we would go down, she would pick a few treats, some bread, and we could have a donut or a sweet roll, and a glass of milk in the kitchen and visit with her. We never talked to the Old Uncle or to Auntie, they seemed to be too old for that, but Aunt C always had a lot to talk about with us. Sometimes I would dance or do tricks for the old folks: a handstand, a cartwheel, or a bridge in the living room. The Old Auntie would laugh and clap, and the old uncle would cast an eye toward me but not miss a move in his card game. On Thursdays the Gazzardo's fruit wagon came, pull open its sides and we could purchase all kinds of fresh produce. I think Mr G had a grocery in a large city nearby, and came up for the weekend with his family, and this is how he provided for them, and us for his summer holidays. Aunt C treated us to a fruit. She wanted Tyll to come by for his energy drink, a malted milk with special raw egg in it. Yuck!
Aunt C decided to introduce herself to my Mom because of certain improprieties on the beach. There were allegations that certain foreigners were not properly clothed( according to Beach Rules) and SOME ONE had to get the word out. One day Aunt C invited my Mom to tea. She had a long talk about bathing at the beach, and all that. Mom explained, in her country, it was considered unhealthy to remain in a wet suit after bathing. There were no bathhouses at the beach, so she covered with a towel, and slipped into a dry suit after swimming, UNDER TOWEL COVER, as she had done since a child. Well, the Beach Police, did not approve of any changing on the beach and this was a problem. Since that day, she and Aunt C became the best of friends, laughing at the silly Beach Police, and what they worry about. And Tyll and I spent many afternoons visiting her cabin for treats and snacks and conversations.
Why do I recall Susie barking, and I am afraid? I'm sick to my stomach, no it's not really like a flu, not really like cramps. It's different, sort of all over inside me, my heart stopping and my blood rushing, but pounding in my ears and not moving at the same time. My brain is frozen and my head hurts. I'm confused, can not place this feeling, where I have had this feeling where I am...I like this hair color, this is an easy style to do, just wash and dry. Thanks. See you in a month
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