The Grateful Dead...
The shoe on the hand that fits, there's really nothin' much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, 'cause it's all right
Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway,
That is all I had to say, if it's all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Heh. I bought this album and really liked the song when the album first came out these 25 years ago. That was about the time when those first touches of gray began to appear and they most certainly "kinda suits me, anyway." That was then... this is now, when we're ALL gray.
So... fast forward to yesterday when we made our second visit to the lovely Renee, exactly two months to the day since our first visit. I still love the girl dearly, mainly coz she sez all the right things, at exactly the right time. Case in point:
She: I can't get over how beautiful your hair is... it's so thick and so healthy!
Me: Yeah, in places.
The "in places" bit is in reference to my widow's peak, which is getting quite thin, of late. (Interesting term, that.) But we digress, and we shall digress further. My quarterly visits to the barber shop will likely devolve into bi-monthly or even monthly visits in future, mainly coz Renee cuts my hair like I want it to be cut... which is to say longish. We did quarterly visits to our barber in the past, coz it took at least that long for our hair to grow out after past
barbering butchering sessions. No more, however. This most recent visit, at two months, might have erred on the two-weeks-too-long side. But we'll see.
Digressions aside, Renee recommended I stop by Sally's and pick up a bottle of Shimmer Lights shampoo, all the better to bring out the "stunning silver" in my hair (her words... like I said: she sez all the right things at all the right times). I demurred on the Sally's bit, mainly coz a trip to Sally's in The Big(ger) City™ would have resulted in a 40 mile side-trip on my way home. But I WAS interested enough to go out to Amazon and check out the recommended product, which is sorta spendy. I don't mind "owning the gray," coz I earned all of that. OTOH, if shimmering
gray silver hair is considered sexy in some demographics it MIGHT help my campaign to avoid sleeping alone for the rest o' my life.