Friday was the last day before this supposedly epic snowstorm we are were set to get over the weekend, so we made sure we had all necessary supplies at the ready. I picked up a few last minute odds and ends at the store, and then headed into Denver to make an important appointment. A haircut.
I used to get my hair cut every month or so, but this would only be my third time to the salon since the start of COVID. I’m pretty loyal to stylists I like, and have been seeing the same one, Josie, since I moved to Colorado six years ago.
A week or two ago, I got a text from her letting me know she’d changed salons. I normally got my haircut at her old employer’s location either in downtown Denver or Boulder, but this new salon is in a hip Denver neighborhood called Washington Park. It was in the first level of what I think was an old house, and it was all edgy and hipstery. Just being in there made me feel as close to cool as I have in a while. And I dug the artwork.
Best of all, it sounds like a good situation for Josie, who worked with these folks before, They are glad to have her back and she is excited to be back.
It was good seeing her and catching up. Indeed, as my hair, sideburns and eyebrows demonstrated, it was long past time for me to come in. I always appreciate Josie’s straightforward demeanor and honesty, and at one point she remarked, “you look like a wooly mammoth.”
She was not wrong. Anyway, it felt good to lose some layers and I felt like a new man afterward.
Back home, the kids were enjoying some time in the backyard before the snow comes. They set up Amelia’s tablet and were making videos of themselves giving speeches and doing wacky stunts.
It looked like quite a show they were putting together. I made some spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, afterward Amelia sat with me at the table and we had a really nice chat about a wide variety of topics, ranging from meteorology to superheroes to favorite foods.
There is nothing like a good after dinner discussion, and I appreciate every one of them. At one point Amelia, always the sweetheart, hugged me and said, “I’m lucky to have you as a Dad.”
Heart melting and teary eyed, I could only respond with totally honesty and say, “I’m the lucky one, kiddo.”
