Yesterday turned out to be not such a bad day: Because it started out chilly and cloudy, we decided to get the grocery-shopping done. We went to the Wal-Mart across the river, and as we were passing the barber shop Cliff patronizes lately, he decided to stop and get a "Cliffie".
Cliff likes his hair short in summer, especially now that he wears a motorcycle helmet a lot. So he asks the barber for a "Princeton" haircut, which is so outdated that younger barbers never heard of it. But years ago when he worked at the butcher shop, his young co-workers dubbed his short haircut "the Cliffie".
Anyway. I had the two books along that my friend, Jen, had sent me, so I was prepared for what appeared to be quite a wait. But right beside the barber shop is a beauty shop, and I needed a haircut (my beautician closed her shop recently). I went inside and found a very personable lady who had not one customer at the time. I believe I've found the right person to cut my hair! So that's settled. Oh, I did have a touch of "sticker shock" when she said it would be $13, because Connie only charged $7. But I always knew she was way cheaper than anybody else, and I'm sure in the city a haircut costs more than I paid yesterday.
My son-in-law picked up the granddaughters early, which gave me time for a rare evening ride; and I wasted no time in saddling Blue. I was almost ready to leave when my grandson, Arick, showed up. He came out to ride the paint he's been working on, so we rode together. The paint, by the way, is behaving much better, considering he bucked Arick off when he first arrived here. We even went up the highway a little, and traffic didn't bother him at all.