phantom ponytails

Most times I like to take a half-inch off my hair. This time I switched it up and kept a half-inch. I’ve been talking about shaving my head since High School and figured a decade was a long-enough period of time to decide.

So here I am, filling my life with new experiences. Soaking my head in sunblock during the day, wearing hats in the grocery store so that I don’t lose too much body heat, and the unanticipated phantom ponytail. If I haven’t seen my reflection for a while I forget that I have no hair, and get the sensation that my hair is in a tight rubber-band. Then I go to play with it and am stunned back into reality as I find just one big, fuzzy patch on my head.

In other news, I bought fancy olive oil and cherry balsamic vinaigrette. One of the first places I went downtown in moving to this city was a little shop on SW 9th called Benessere. They sell olive oil and balsamic. That’s it. and some salt. but mostly oil and balsamic. So cool, right? I finally made it back today, so good.

karaoke might make me feel better

last Wednesday I bicycled into a parked car, leaving me with a black bruise in a location that I cannot show as proof to anyone that I have a high pain tolerance. I lost my cell-phone charger on Monday and today I went to bike home until I realized my back tire was flat. Again.

Oh that’s right, again. As in, this happens all the time. I am fairly used to having to walk my bike home 40 minutes to my house, and usually enjoy the slower pace of a stroll home. But, given the circumstances of the last seven days, I was a bit agitated.

So here I am, blogging about things that in-and-of-themselves don’t really matter that much. But when their powers combine, instead of creating a recycling superhero, grumbles ensue.

Sure, I can see the big picture, perspective as it were; but I would appreciate a little pick-me-up. Karaoke. A dance-off. Boxing. Puddle jumping. A bike ride (with titanium wheels).

Or a hug.

Welp, I have a tube to patch. peace.