A Million Little Pieces Of My Mind

In February, 2020, I got a haircut and beard trim at a Great Clips in Tempe, Arizona, after which I went home and died my hair its customary brown. I had no idea that would be the last time in a year and a half.

Yes, Keith and I hacked at each others heads a little with an electric razor from Costco. But neither of us has had any barber training. Besides, who do we see? We live in rural Maui and most of our first year here was in isolation. So the dye wore out, the hair grew out.

I had hoped to get it done when I was in Arizona last month; but somehow, that never actually happened. And so, today, before returning to Hana (for my first time since I left for Arizona in late May), I decided by golly I was going to get a haircut.

I found a place touting themselves as a barber shop on Google Maps, in Kihei. So that's where we went. Keith and the dogs said in the car, of course, while I went in. The woman assigned to me was the most fastidious beard trimmer ever. She literally trimmed many individual hairs with scissors.

It looked great, better than I'd hoped. But then came the sticker shock: $64 plus tip. (I was expecting somewhere around $20.) It's not that the barber didn't deserve that much, especially with all the time she took. But I'm a retired vet so let's just say this was probably my last time there, and possibly any barber shop if that's what they now cost.

Anyway, now I have the basis for my favorite painting-from-selfie app to do its thing and give me my new, official, profile portrait.