large weather we're having

or is that climate? Miniature roses in bloom in a plaza on Eighth Avenue in the fifties, and four robins in Union Square.

Also canvasback ducks, but they're seasonal, in fact fewer and later than normal.

large weather we're having

or is that climate? Miniature roses in bloom in a plaza on Eighth Avenue in the fifties, and four robins in Union Square.

Also canvasback ducks, but they're seasonal, in fact fewer and later than normal.

finally did it

I now have--according to my ever-loving blue-eyed Cat--short, elegant fur.

I got Andy to hold my hand, and went to the place TNH recommended. The hairdresser asked what I wanted, and I told her I wanted it short and professional-looking, and asked her advice.

The resulting cut curls under, a little bit; maintaining that effect means I need to get a hairdryer. I already got a new hairbrush, but that was easier to choose, given what she'd told me. Without blow-drying, it comes out fluffier, cuter, and not as businesslike. Also, I think, not as attractive: I won't frighten any children, but that's a minimal standard.

We discussed, and eventually decided against, a blonde rinse; the white/gray is more noticeable than with long hair, and looks better than Denise had expected.

Now, I, and Andy, and my friends, just need to get used to this. I had a short haircut for a few months back in 1981, then grew it out again. It's a different image, a different feel, and different habits: no choosing a color of ponytail holder, no flipping the braid out of the way when I do crunches and bench-presses at the gym, no longer automatically ruling out any blouse with a button at the back.

Andy took before-and-after pictures: "before" in Madison Square Park, after in our living room, just now.

(This post was filed as private until I got a chance to surprise a friend or three with the new look; you didn't miss it the first time around.)

finally did it

I now have--according to my ever-loving blue-eyed Cat--short, elegant fur.

I got Andy to hold my hand, and went to the place TNH recommended. The hairdresser asked what I wanted, and I told her I wanted it short and professional-looking, and asked her advice.

The resulting cut curls under, a little bit; maintaining that effect means I need to get a hairdryer. I already got a new hairbrush, but that was easier to choose, given what she'd told me. Without blow-drying, it comes out fluffier, cuter, and not as businesslike. Also, I think, not as attractive: I won't frighten any children, but that's a minimal standard.

We discussed, and eventually decided against, a blonde rinse; the white/gray is more noticeable than with long hair, and looks better than Denise had expected.

Now, I, and Andy, and my friends, just need to get used to this. I had a short haircut for a few months back in 1981, then grew it out again. It's a different image, a different feel, and different habits: no choosing a color of ponytail holder, no flipping the braid out of the way when I do crunches and bench-presses at the gym, no longer automatically ruling out any blouse with a button at the back.

Andy took before-and-after pictures: "before" in Madison Square Park, after in our living room, just now.

(This post was filed as private until I got a chance to surprise a friend or three with the new look; you didn't miss it the first time around.)