My wife said, “Would you please get a haircut, you’re embarrassing me?” – as we walked into our favorite brewhouse. One of the great things about not working for someone is haircuts and shaving are optional. In 2018, I cut my hair only three times for the entire year. After my last haircut in November, I stopped shaving. With hair getting in my eyes as the wind would blow, I decided it was time again. This week was a shave and haircut. Metamorphosis into a whole new creature.
While getting a few inches chopped off, my stylist asked what my plans were today. Mentioning a stop by the beach, she said, “Oh, I don’t like the beach.”
“The beach right now, or the beach in general?”
Turns out, she doesn’t like the beach at all, regardless of the weather. Living less than a mile from one of the most beautiful, almost endless stretches of sand and crystal clear water in the country… she never goes near it. I don’t understand how a person can live that way. Even when we lived in Iowa, we made regular trip all year-long to the Mississippi River. Beauty not comparable at all, but it was what we had. Turning your back on nature is incomprehensible.
Oh well. Back to the lake again. The ice hills were solid today, many people out climbing and enjoying. Open water far out on the horizon.
Beautiful!