It's been six weeks since Carl and I got our buzz cuts. Mine is growing out weird. The top is hardly growing at all. The sides are over my ears. The back has turned into this curly uncontrollable bush. It's looks like some sort of military mullet.
When I try to cut the back of my hair using a mirror, I'm lucky I don't sever an artery or poke my eye out. So I finally had to break down and get a real hair cut. I told the barber that this all started with a #2 cut. So do the sides and back with a #2 again and I'll just let the top catch up over the next few weeks. Seems a shame to pay good money for such an easy haircut. But, it's knowing which hairs to cut.
My hair looks a lot better now. Shorter and greyer, but still better.
I went searching YouTube for Chris Rea videos and I could not believe how badly Chris Rea has aged. He just turned 60 this year. He went from looking like Barry Manilow to Keith Richard in thirty years. Then I read where he's been battling pancreatitis. Now I feel bad.
The man still has the voice and the talent. Enjoy!
Yesterday, I went to the other side of Houston to have dinner with my friends Brent and Sue. They were grilling steaks and corn on the cob on the grill. Sue made an olive oil dipping sauce and warm bread. The meal was delicious.
I brought a bottle of Merlot wine with me. Just something I picked up at Kroger. Brent was commenting that it was really good. I guess I lucked out. I know nothing about wine. I asked Brent what was the name on the bottle. He fished it out of the trash and read the label. "Fina Lini". I thought that was an odd name for a wine that I picked out. I usually pick a wine by something odd on the label like an alligator. I probably wouldn't pick up wine with a faux French or Italian sounding name. I looked at the bottle and handed it back to Brent. I said, "Dude. You need glasses. It says Fine Line." It even has a circus acrobat riding a unicycle on a tightrope.
To give Brent credit, he was born in 1960; same as me. The blind, old fart.
Houston has set a record this year. 24 days in August over 100 degrees. So glad I could be here for that one. I have curtailed my lunchtime activities. I finally figured out that driving around in a hot car just makes me sweaty, tired, and cranky. Much easier to eat in the air-conditioned cafeteria.
On the weekends, I try to go to the pool for an hour...if I can take it. Usually I have to get in the pool four times, just to cool off, although it isn't very refreshing. The pool is usually deserted. No one goes out until after 4pm.
It is extremely dry in Texas too. It has only rained three times since I moved here in April. And then just for a few minutes. Lots of grass fires just outside of town.