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[etumukutenyak]

Fresh haircut accomplished: ahh.

Beautiful weather today, too.

Slept in, had only two calls from work, did some cleaning and reorganizing, and even a bit of laundry.

Discovered a small trove of books in the used book store last week, including a few John D. MacDonald books I had never seen. Well, after finishing one, there's a good reason for that. It was far from his mediocre effort, and suffered from obvious padding, although it did have flashes of his poetic prose. The blurb, though, was way off: "Evil casts a long shadow" it says in bold, but there wasn't any evil, just a lightweight study of change in a family reflecting society in general. I'll donate it to the patient library.

Time for a cuppa.

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[i-calql8.livejournal.com]

Aren't haircuts great? Kinda like having a make-up person (harkening back to my days in high school drama)--you get a little pampered and spoiled for a bit, and you end up looking better for it. My version of heaven contains half-hour-long shampoos with extra skritches on the scalp.

Better that you donate to the patient library. The impatient library has no time for any of that.

*hug just 'cause*

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It is, indeed. The guy in the chair next to me was falling asleep. I got a very thorough cut from the little old Vietnamese mom, who is almost as good as her daughter. (The son and grandson don't cut women's hair). Nice old-fashioned barber shop in a teeny strip mall with an REI at one end and a MOM (My Organic Market) at the other. No chain restaurants, only a Chinese take-away and a halal pizzeria with tasty sandwiches. Why, yes, this is the Berkeley of the East Coast, or reasonably similar.

This library is full of patients. I mean, patience. No, I meant patients. It's the Clinical Center Patient Library. I figure if you are stuck in a hospital, you may as well have something decent to read, and by decent I mean "science fiction". Or fantasy, or mysteries, or some general fiction, but decent stuff. Nothing impatient.

I can't be having with that sort of thing.

[i-calql8.livejournal.com]

Spouse did the same thing with her old books, donating them to the juvie detention center. They loved it, as long the profanity wasn't too prevalent and the material wasn't pr0n. When #1 Son was held there, he told us that there were nearly no books to choose from. Cue Spouse's altruism, and the rest is penal history. heh, penal.