Haircut

My recent blog posts have been about food, which is fitting since it's been Thanksgiving week with a birthday thrown in.  I see that food has overtaken book as my number one label/tag this week.  Partly that is because I am 300 pages in to 1Q84 by Murakami with 650 pages left.  I've been reading, but it will be awhile before I report on a finished book.  This novel is in three sections, though, and I could possibly write a post after each section.  We'll see.

Today I thought I'd write about something that I have been doing about once a month for nearly 31 years now.  When I met H in college, when we were all living on a shoestring, he handed me his black-handled desk scissors and asked me to trim his bangs.  Slightly shocked that someone would trust me with this endeavor, I decided to go for it.

Soon I was cutting all around his head, and when I got better at it, my mom bought me a pair of haircutting shears, and then I started coifing a few other male friends' heads, and then I started charging $2 a pop.  Slowly I transformed H's bowl cut into the regular guy cut that he sports today.

With a little back-of-the-envelope calculating, I figure I've done this over 370 times, and if I figure that the average cost of a cut would run $20-25 over the long haul, we have saved over $7,000 in barber costs.

My mom has been cutting my dad's hair for over 50 years, so their savings is even greater.

Of course, I've probably spent more than that on my own head in the same amount of time.