Haircuts and Gardens

I went to Fred’s on Friday morning to get my haircut and it dawned on me, as I held my head over his sink to get my hair rinsed, that I’d never been there during daylight hours. When JonMartin and I have gone in the past, it’s always been for an evening appointment. Just outside the window over Fred’s sink is his garden and, Fred being a gardener as well as a haircut guy, I had always wondered what it looked like. There was a lot of snow covering everything, but I got the gist of it.

When Jon and I have gone together, we have usually found ourselves hanging out with Fred into the wee hours, jawing about this and that. I left a little more abruptly on Friday, and for a while on the ride home I worried what kind of signal I was sending, if I was sending any signal at all, but then I realized that Fred and I had the usual great banter during the cut and that I had other things to do, so it was okay that I just got going.

That was a really poorly constructed sentence. I’m glad I got it out of my system. I just hope it makes sense.

So, I did the haircut, and I stopped at a few places on the way home, and then I came home. My intention had been to get some writing done, but the magic just isn’t there yet. I’m trying not to feel guilty, especially considering how much output I generated in the past month, but it’s hard. I feel like I’m not supposed to be goofing off or having fun. I have work to do. Right?