French Roast

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  1. and again i say, how strange it is that we are tuned to the same cosmic channel. i, too, spent the day thinking about hair, down to the same sub-topics.

    first i read the same article and thought how wonderful it would be for chemo patients to retain their hair. my dear friend, the first person besides my parents to hold me after my birth, lost her long, luscious red locks before she lost her life this winter, and i could barely bear to think of it (as she lived far away, i didn’t have to see her suffering in person). but after my mother died a few weeks later, i was going through her personal effects and found a photograph of the friend with just a bit of short hair clinging to her skull (must have been growing back between treatments), white instead of red, and was surprised to see that she was still absolutely gorgeous. for thirty years i thought it was the hair, when really it was a nice strong face with a joie-de-vivre-filled smile.

    then the plumber came and (after we took apart the wall for him to access the pipes) snaked our plugged drain, pulling out a clump of hair the size of a small animal. “you,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at my husband. “this is your color. your fault.” ah, if only blame could be assigned so simply for everything.

    then a friend of mine told my husband that her goal for 2010 is to see his long braid loosed into flowing tresses. he demurred, as hair is a somewhat spiritual aspect of his indigenous upbringing and he is probably only slightly less likely to honor a request to, say, flash his pubic hair. i mean, if it comes loose and someone sees him rebraiding it, no big deal, but he’s not going to unbraid it for show. as such i will probably advise her to choose more reasonable goals, like i have. you know, winning the lottery and losing fifty pounds and such.

    then, to top off my hair-themed day, my cousin arrived bearing his odd case of stress-induced alopecia. when his wife went nuts (her chemical dependency was later discovered and she is currently, pregnantly, in treatment), he abruptly lost a silver-dollar shaped section of hair. nice thick hair sprouts from every other part of his scalp that it should, but that perfectly round spot is perfectly smooth and bald.

    and for the record, though every friend of mine also wants different hair, i am going to deviate and say i like mine. i have split ends in spades and people are always saying it’s dishwater blond or dirty blond and it would look so much nicer if i just dyed it, but F that shit. i like it anyway. i also like my son’s hair, and today i was sending love out to my dear departed granny, wherever she be, because she managed to give him red highlights that skipped two generations. when he was born with that thick shock of dark hair i thought it would be jet black like daddy, but in the sunshine you can see that the dark brown is threaded with the prettiest red threads. my grandma did the same weekly beauty-salon treatment as yours, and it wasn’t until i was taking care of her as she died that her roots grew out and i realized that one of her few vanities had been dying her hair back to the vibrant reddish hue of her youth.

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  2. reading “your man for fun in rapidan” and seeing preservation of hair mentioned, i am reminded that my father has had a braid of his mother’s in a long skinny box in his closet lo these many decades. as a child i would, when feeling the need for a special occasion, ask him to take it out so i could view and gently touch the hair of the grandma i never knew. upon further consideration in the middle of this night, i am filled with questions. was it cut off when she was living or dead? why? how did he come to keep it when his siblings took most of her other things? what am i going to do with it when i inherit it? and my son when it’s his turn?

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  3. Oreo, why does it not surprise me in the least that you too were having a hair-themed day on the same day as me? And how lucky you are that the blame could be so easily assigned re the plumbing problem. All of us have dark hair, and all of us have long or long-ish dark hair, so it’s not all that easy to assign blame, hard though I try.

    As for asking to see the braid unbraided, well, that’s just a bit too forward pour moi.

    And how happy I am that you like your hair just as it is. It’s beautiful hair, but that doesn’t always seem to factor in to the like/dislike feeling.

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  4. Jennifer, that man is too damn funny! And extremely clean-shaven, these days at least. Although I tell him that the beard may have to come back once October rolls around.

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