Blue-Footed Musings

I’m supposed to write a post for every day, but sometimes I get lazy and fall behind, and sometimes I might even get a little cranky and question the whole point of it. So I remind myself that the point is to document this strange time in history so that later, when I don’t remember the details, I’ll have a collection of posts about the things that I and my family said and did and thought. I also remind myself that ideally I’d have a post for every day, even if we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic, even if life were normal, just as proof that I lived that day and that my life wasn’t all just a speeding blur. And I say to myself, “You’ll thank me later.”

So, Future Me, this post’s for you, a gift from Present-Day Me Who Would Rather Be Watching TV Right Now.

My hair is longer now than it has been in more than a decade. I had already postponed getting a haircut several times before the pandemic hit, so my hair was longer than it ought to have been. Now it is so long that I have to wear it up, and I can feel my ponytail swishing across my back. Washing and conditioning it is getting to be a chore. At a minimum, I need a trim, if only to help with the tangles. My husband has offered to cut it. I’m on the fence about this. I have cut hair a few times, so I know how difficult it is to do well. Should I let him experiment on my hair?

A few weeks ago I kept dreaming about being in a grocery store without a mask on, and when people crowded around me, I yelled at them to get back. It’s no mystery where my subconscious is at these days. I wonder sometimes what psychological damage this pandemic is doing to all of us, but especially the children. What a strange thing it must be to have normalcy thrown out the window before you’ve even figured out what normalcy is.