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Today, I had a shot of good feeling. I had my hair cut, finally. I usually wash and dry my hair just before the cut. I do not get it shampooed there. I hate the beauty shop shampoo. Even when I brought my own shampoo, I still hated someone washing my hair. The shampoo chair hurts the back of my neck. Plus, I read that older women are more likely to have a stroke from using the shampoo chair than if they don't. It was something about the carotid artery and stretching the head back. If anyone knows, let me know.
There is just nothing about having my hair cut that is pleasant. If I am near hairspray, I am unhappy. If I smell the shampoo, I get a stuffy head. The gossip just kills me. The rehashing of soap operas makes me want to run away.
Remember, there is more than just one hairspray going, more than one shampooing, more than one gossiper, more than one discussion of soap operas. It is the overload of unpleasantness.
Then, I go home and wash my hair within hours. All the product on it stinks, makes me sneeze and my face breaks out from all the product touching my skin. The style does not suit me at all. So, I wash it out after subjecting myself to torture and paying for the privilege.
So, I get a haircut and leave only paying $15 and a tip if I have it. I usually do. Today, she told me not to pay her because I had enough problems that needed tending. I must have seemed miserable because when I said I was parched from not enough water and was scrounging for change, she went and bought me a Coke.
The hairdresser I go to has a spacious room that she and a guy share. It is secluded with a door that is mostly for show, cannot describe it exactly, maybe sort of like a saloon door from the old West. The side of the shop operators, shampoo chairs along the wall, not crowded, just lots of spraying and washing and talk that makes me crazy. The dozen or so operators are all together in this large room. Now, it is not the talk; it is the subject of the talk.
Even though I have had $540 donated, I will only get 491.67. The balance goes to the site.
$100 a church
$613 total collected or pledged
-$636.67 actual collected
$1663.33 still needed
It seems like I am going backwards. The total for gofundme is not $540 even though they collected that much. The total for paypal actually did go up! The church decided they could only afford to give me $100 and will pay the plumber directly.
So, that is how it stands. If my figures are off, just tell me. HERE is the last accounting.
Last night, I was hot. Tonight, I am cold. I suppose our days of mid 60s are probably gone for good.
Does anyone hate the beauty shop experience as much as I do?