It’s a shame I have to browbeat my hair stylist to get the do I deserve, but I didn’t want this do to do what the last do did, and I told her so. And she understood (although I think she had some doubts about me).

Well of course she understood me. Shorter, shorter, shorter. I’m not sure how many times I said it, but I told her that two days after the last time I was there, I needed another haircut. She showed me the clippers she planned to use on the sides, and I asked if she had any that would cut it shorter. She was aghast, but she brought out the number ones.

Then she asked if I didn’t want to leave enough on top so that it would lie down and not stick up. I said that I didn’t care if it stuck up. I told her I wouldn’t be mad at her if she cut it too short. I was thinking there was no such thing as too short, and I was right. I knew she would stop short of a buzz cut, because of all the questions she was asking.

So, for the first time in yeeeeears, I have the haircut I wanted. For the first time ever I have the one I asked for. No, it doesn’t look that great, but at least it won’t look ten times worse in two days. Number one clippers on the sides, finger length on top. That’s for future reference. I told her I’d be back in a month and that I’d remember what she did right.

More good news: There is a tag from the sheriff’s office on the front window of the yard guy’s truck that has been in my yard since, uh, March (I think). I didn’t call the sheriff, but I assume my landlord did. He said he was going to — in, uh, May (I think). I don’t think the sheriff would come onto private property on his own. Anyway, the note says they have ten days or the truck will be towed away.