Chairs and whatnot

Today my hair was cut. It was time. Not cut cut, home-makeover cut, but just cut. I didn’t quite realize how much of it there was until Grace pointed out that taking off four tattered inches would still leave it well below the shoulders. So with Grace expertly wielding a pair of scissors we took it up four inches. But that is not the reason I write this, as a haircut is a fairly ordinary affair: almost everyone gets one’s hair cut at some point. What I found funny about this particular haircut was that by means of the haircut we came to the realization that we have precisely and absolutely no chairs in our little house. Chairs, ottomans, stools, couches, or benches - you name it, we don’t got it. For some reason I found that fact particularly odd and amusing. So for the first time in my life amoungst chickens pecking around, dogs lazing by, and pigs snuffling along, I had my hair cut behind our house sitting on a bicycle. The neighbours looked on in idle amusement doubtless wondering what it was that those crazy foreigners we were up to this time. We hope that a home haircut sitting on the back of a bicycle earned us some street cred.