I've been having my hair cut/head shaved every two weeks for about twenty years now. However, every so often I decide to let my hair grow just for grins. Three weeks ago, I made that decision yet again and I have a very tiny TWA. (Short-and-curly has a different connotation to me than it does to most other people.) This time, however, something was different.
Yesterday, I was hand-washing dishes in my great-aunt's kitchen. The house is old-school, almost eighty years in existence. (We've even had to add electrical outlets because it was built when electricity was as new and rickety as iPhones are now.) Anyway, over the sink are a medicine chest with a mirror and a light which shines down on the head of whomever is standing at the sink. As I washed dishes, I happened to look at my new growth of hair and guess what!
There is a whole frickin' lot of salt in my used-to-be unadulterated pepper.
See you tomorrow, my beloved barber.