Pandemic Diary Day 18
April 11, 2020
I desperately need a haircut and some color. I also know how entitled that sounds. While I am at it, I desperately need a mani/pedi and a massage.
I have had the same stylist and colorist for almost thirty years. They are the best! Trevor, my colorist, keeps me from looking like the old lady I am by keeping me blond, but not too blond. Without that color I am a mousy unexciting blondish brunette. I will never have the stunning gray or white hair of some of my friends, so coloring will always be in my life.
I also am a bull in a china shop and my chipped, peeling and generally disgusting nails have been the bane of my existence since I was a teenager and started to think I was supposed to care about such things. I could paint my own nails, but I end up looking like a Jackson Pollack painting when I do.
As far as my massages, I was a professional athlete and have the aches, pains and stiffness to prove it. Sometimes I simply can not get down a flight of stairs without gripping the handrails with such strength you think I could bend them in half. And god forbid I should ever find myself on the ground, it would take a crane and a bulldozer to get me up, and even then I would do it with all the grace of a wounded water buffalo. So massages keep me functioning.
So now that I have whined and shown off my sense of entitlement and privilege I will look forward to waiting as long to get an appointment for these things once we are out of SIP as most people waited in line for toilet paper.
These are also the people that are suffering right now. They have absolutely no way of making an income, and considering that often stylists “rent” a chair from a salon, they are technically self employed which means if they have health care they are paying for it themselves, and most likely will have a difficult time qualifying for unemployment.
So when we are all able to slip out of our homes and slink to the people that keep us beautiful and functioning, please tip them well, they are having a real tough time right now.
My Horoscope for today: Routing out inconsistencies flies in the face of experimentation. If you’re in the market for fresh ideas then be open to them.
The NYT Crossword Puzzle: So difficult it wasn’t even fun. Some of it due to obscure words, some of it because, as I have pointed out before, my spelling is abhorent.
San Francisco weather: 56 degrees and cloudy
NYSE : closed
Italian word of the day: svampito (flibbertigibbet or airhead)
Spanish word of the day: el manglar (mangrove swamp)
OED word of the day: sumi
Days under Shelter In Place: 29
Reading: Why Does the World Exist by Jim Holt
Reading Canto XVI, XVII, XVIII of Dante’s Inferno
A Special Something: San Francisco’s iconic bookstore City Lights raised enough money in its first hours of its Go Fund Me campaign to stay afloat, but more is needed if you can help. City Lights is paying their employees full pay and benefits during this crisis.
My Black and White Picture of the Day
Something silly from the internet: · This morning I saw a neighbor talking to her cat. It was obvious she thought her cat understood her. I came into my house, told my dog….. we laughed a lot.
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