We're just in from a round-robin errand run, which included a trip over to The Big(ger) City™ for our annual eye exam... the first since my cataract surgery last Spring... and running The Green Hornet through the car wash. Then it was out to Cannon Airplane Patch for to re-supply the likker locker and the beer section of my fridge. Then on to the BX, the barber shop, and finally the commissary to pick up a few odds and ends, one of which was a delicious-looking flank steak.
In relative order... my eyes are healthy. No changes in status, no correction required, good pressure, no signs of glaucoma or any other debilitating eye disease. All in all a good experience, except for the time o' day I had to be there: 1030 hrs. We don't DO mornings as a general rule but we were on time for this exercise, and fully-caffeinated, at that.
So... we have a fresh bottle of JW Green. Now that the weather has warmed up I find my whiskey consumption has increased by an order of magnitude... at the very least. We were out on the verandah until nearly 2200 hrs last evening and enjoyed three rounds of Green along with some excellent company.
I got my quarterly haircut today and I FINALLY found a lady at the base barbershop who cuts my hair exactly like I want it cut. Her name is Renee and she's only been at the chop-shop for two weeks now but I already love her. Yes I do. Here's the result:
I thought... seriously... about reverting back to full-blown hippie mode, seein' as how it's been more than three months since my last haircut. My hair (before the barbering) was longer than it's been in quite some time, so why not go all the way? But then I thought... even MORE seriously... about what a hassle long hair can be, especially if one has a convertible and one is given to driving with the top down more often than not. I can still remember trying to untangle/unknot my hair the first time I went for an extended drive without putting it in to a pony tail or up under a hat. I did THAT stoopid-human trick exactly once. Never again.
And then there's the washing, the drying, and all that other krep. Click on the photo at the right to see what I looked like about ten years ago, give or take a month.
So... no full-blown-hippie look for me. Just a half-assed hippie look, and that works. Sorta. Renee likes it, anyway.