Jun 092004
 

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Okay… I said this would be up a few days ago, and I didn’t get to it.
Bad Spike.
And, I still haven’t seen all the pictures from that day, because they got taken on 2 different cameras and even if both sets of pictures are in the same house, the house in which I live, it happens that one set of pictures is on my computer and another set is on the Little Woman’s computer and there actually hasn’t been a moment when we were both free when we could consolidate and cull and then have the definitive head shaving photographs.

But here at least is a bit of a glimpse of the day.
It’s a picture of me, yes… that’s me (after clippers but before razor) shaving Elaine’s armpit hair. She decided to shave her armpits, which have been growing strong since the years of her misspent youth.

The day itself was great.
See, I had started to slowly feel better over the day or two before and that meant I was feeling just slightly less helpless and maybe I had a few opinions about all this stuff that has happened over the last 6 weeks or so.
And so I sat around and cried.
Oh, right, did I mention I am going thru menopause on top of everything else? Basically that is nowhere near as rough as I thought it might be, but having excess emotion of any kind right now is a bit, well, excessive.
And sometimes it’s hard to figure what is a reasonable emotion and what might be some excessive hormonal ride.
Anyway, I wasn’t enthusiastic about it.
I was touched that my friends wanted to be so sweet, but I still was pretty well stuck in the vanity department and wasn’t at all happy about it.

My pals showed up and we chatted and we were all pretty normal, and then we got out the clippers.
There were 4 of us getting our heads shaved, and then there was Elaine losing her armpit hair. There were a few people who wanted to drop by and visit but the rule for the day was that anyone who came into the house had to lose some chunk of hair before they left.
We started at around 11 am and we finished up around 4:30 in the afternoon.
It takes awhile, especially when you shave with the little razor.
It was the most contact I had had with people, besides Elaine, since before chemo and it was really really a good thing.
If you had asked me on the Saturday if I could hang out with people for 5 hours, I would have said no, but it worked on Sunday.
It was really nice to hang, and be supported and just talk about regular life and Harry Potter trivia and the new movie and who each of our friends who be in the Harry Potter series.
It was really fun and really sweet.
And I think it’s the sort of thing this group of people will be fondly remembering 15 years from now.
I have a really great bunch of friends.

I am really hoping that sometime today I can get the rest of the photos and go thru them and post them to the gallery pages.
I’ll let folks know when I get that done.

 Posted by at 9:58 am

  One Response to “Head Shave”

  1. Spike wrote:
    >It was really fun and really sweet.
    >And I think it’s the sort of thing this group
    >of people will be fondly remembering 15 years
    >from now.

    It was definately the sort of thing I’ll be happy to remember in 30 years. “You think that racing stripe on your walker is flashy?!? Well, you should have been there the day we all shaved our heads. We dunked ourselves headfirst into a vat of battery acid – we were so tough and flashy.” You know how the retelling of stories gets after years and years.
    This is me-> (;->
    This is Spike -> (:->

    Romeo
    Thanks for inviting me.

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