I got my hair done yesterday at one of those big city salons. Just the sort of place that one would envision in a cosmopolitan city. European techno music, all stylists in black...you know the sort of place. These salons are like a foreign country to me, complete with customs of their own. I am just enough of a country girl, that I haven't completely absorbed these customs. I am not used to the concept of a shampoo girl, or wearing a robe provided by the salon. My inner redneck didn't know how to handle removing one's clothes and donning a robe for a haircut...What for? All your clothes? The latter custom was the most troubling to me; and I'm pretty sure I came to the wrong conclusion in pondering how to handle this request.
As I was sitting under the hairdryer in my little robe, bare (pale) legs crossed.....I was feeling pretty hotsy-totsy. Thought I had this whole sa-lon thing figured out. Then I noticed I was the only client without pants. Mind you I was decent in my robe, but nonetheless I was pretty embarrassed. Might as well have put a spotlight on me and name tag reading: "Hi. My name is: Country Mouse." All the other girls had apparently figured out that you were only supposed to remove your top and wear the robe over you pants....not just your underwear, for cryin' out loud!
Well, hell. I paid a pretty penny for that darn haircut. If I want sit around in my skivvies while Lorenzo works his magic, so be it. At least my hair looks good.
P.S. I dedicate this blog to my Mom...who will laugh hysterically because this definitely sounds like something her daughter would do.
07 October 2007
Generosity
I recently ran a 10k to benefit Western Washington Habitat for Humanity. It is always satisfying for me to complete a race, especially when I see the fruits of my labor as I run. The mid-point of the race goes through one of the Habitat neighborhoods, right when energy levels are sagging and muscles are hurting. I panted around a bend and up a hill where men and women in hard hats were working towards the completion of a family's dream. I felt a lump in my throat as I considered that unknown family and the little house that would be theirs.
Charitible organizations like Habitat, and their events, obviously draw a variety of generous spirits. My favorite such spirit was a cheerful little boy of about seven, complete with impish grin and arm in a cast. This one small boy, for the second year in a row, raised the most money for the Home Run Charity Run/Walk. Last year, he walked into the Habitat office with a jar full of a year's worth of birthday money, allowance, savings. He even went trick-or-treating, accepting donations instead of candy. This is what went into the jar that he handed over with a selflessness that could only come from a child. One that came up with this idea on his own, no prodding from parents or teachers.
I look forward to next year; more cheerful givers and participants (canine and human), finishing another race, and more warm houses for families in need.
Charitible organizations like Habitat, and their events, obviously draw a variety of generous spirits. My favorite such spirit was a cheerful little boy of about seven, complete with impish grin and arm in a cast. This one small boy, for the second year in a row, raised the most money for the Home Run Charity Run/Walk. Last year, he walked into the Habitat office with a jar full of a year's worth of birthday money, allowance, savings. He even went trick-or-treating, accepting donations instead of candy. This is what went into the jar that he handed over with a selflessness that could only come from a child. One that came up with this idea on his own, no prodding from parents or teachers.
I look forward to next year; more cheerful givers and participants (canine and human), finishing another race, and more warm houses for families in need.
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