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Yesterday, I did two things I hate to do. Today, I'm not doing any of that.

Against my better judgement, I went back to Rudy's and got my hair cut. The hair cutter wanted to know what happened to my hair and I told her that if she didn't ask, I wouldn't have to make up a stupid story. Then a bit later she asked again and, again, I told her not to ask. And to just do the best she could and I would be grateful for what I got. She finally shut the fuck up and did a decent job. Hopefully, that will be my last time.

But, not the last time to sit across from a stranger and be asked "so what are you doing today?" Obviously getting my hair cut.

Then I went to get a manicure. I picked the wrong place. She said she could fit me in and then made me wait 30 minutes. I got up to leave and she went out on the street to call me back in. "I do you now." I should have kept going. Not only was it the worst manicure ever, I had to hear "so what are you doing today?" again.

I need to made a shirt that says THIS IS A NO CHIT CHAT ZONE. But, somehow I don't think even that would work.

Today is a new day and I'm going nowhere. If anyone wants to ask me what I'm doing today it will need to be the cat.

The pool was full today but full of regulars so it was a fun swim. Oh and the Sunday desk guy let me in 5 minutes early which always tickles me beyond what is reasonable. The lights in the pool weren't even on yet (they are on a timer).

I've noticed outside of the pool but now and again while swimming, that my COPD is getting a little worse. I'm slowing down and sometimes even have to stop to cough before I can go on. I'm lucky to have lasted this long without any major problems. Also it might be spring allergies. But I'm turning into a very loud breather. At least mostly no one has to listen to it but me.

I should make more bears today but I think I'm going to make another shirt instead. I have this fun fabric in my stash that just needs to be worn. Then, I need to spend some quality time reorganizing the fabric shelves. They are beginning to look a little sloppy.

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Date: 2019-03-24 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] billinaction.livejournal.com

When I get my hair cut i always close my eyes like i am meditating. That seems to really shut up people who want to talk. Small talk is necessary sometimes but other times you just want to sit quietly and be pampered! Being able to sit quietly is a learned skill and many service oriented people do not have it!

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Date: 2019-03-24 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xina-g.livejournal.com
Yep, that's why I still just try to hack my own off. I love what the hairstylists can do.. but it's so damn awkward and uncomfortable being trapped in that chair. Since I like my hair above my shoulders, and my hair is not thick, I've got those multiflex hair clips like salons use and I just clip across my hair at the back. make it as straight as possible, and then take scissors and snip-snip either straight across above or below the clip (depending on the length I am starting at). XD

The shirt would be awesome, but I think it'd backfire and they'd want to talk about it and what prompted it getting made XD

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Date: 2019-03-25 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ozswede.livejournal.com
Your selfie today cracked me up - classic expression!

I think there'd be a market for those shirts. In Sweden, people use earphones to achieve the same result, but that does not work in hairdressing salons.

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Date: 2019-03-26 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] msconduct.livejournal.com
Ugh, I hate "so what are you doing today" and similar questions: they don't care and I don't want to tell them. Fortunately my hairdresser is lovely and we mostly chat about crappy reality TV, which is fine with me.

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