Today while Bonnie homeschooled the kids, I walked up the hill to get my hair cut. The downtown area was vacant and not many businesses were open. Every other corner has something called a papeleria (spelling is probably wrong) it’s basically a place to buy paper and other office supplies. All of those were closed. It was a little shocking to see the area so desolate.
Luckily for me the barber was open. I grew up going to Sal’s barber shop on Bockman Road in San Lorenzo. It was right next door to Hong Kong restaurant. Sal was an older Italian man who would commonly eat food while he cut hair. I vividly remember his scissors being dull because it felt like he pulled my hair. I also remember Sal knowing my dad pretty well (most everywhere I went that was the case). If Sal didn’t cut my hair, my dad cut it using our dogs fur clippers. And when that didn’t happen, my second oldest sister experimented cutting my hair before she started beauty school.
Consequently after she “cut” my hair, I had to go to get it fixed. She begged me not to tell the cosmetologists at the salon that she cut it and I did not tell them. Needless to say, I needed a haircut and I’ve had a spectrum of hair cuts from a huge swath of people. So what could go wrong.
Well I don’t speak Spanish for starters. The barber spoke very fast, and it was the best hair cut I have ever gotten.
Luckily the beard is coming in. I shaved my mustache last week in the dark and of course didn’t notice that my mustache was almost gone the next morning. I looked too Amish and so I finished the job. My children hated it immediately and told me constantly that I should never shave my beard again. Point taken a$$@:!!:s.
After the haircut I had some zoom meetings and then ubered to the nearest Costco for some things. The Costco was only letting one person in per Costco card. They were not allowing children and they were spraying your hands with disinfectant as I walked in. Bonnie was very clear with me to not buy a brownie mix while I was there. I followed her admonition and bought two, just to spite her.
We own two unopened boxes of this brownie mix and one barely used box. I also bought a roomba because my oldest son was terrified of our roomba when he was little. It was abject terror, and I’ll be doing a science experiment tomorrow night.
After we unloaded from Costco, we took the kids downstairs and colored outside on the kitchen table. It was really nice and relaxing during those 10-15 minutes.
Then for dinner Bonnie made our third child’s favorite food, breakfast jacks. He won’t shut his mouth about why México doesn’t have any Jack in the Boxes. He was in heaven, but despite his being 7, he still could tell that she didn’t fry the ham first. Maybe he will be a chef. After dinner, our third child removed his second tooth so maybe the tooth fairy will make a house call tonight.
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