Looking Good Joe

There was a wonderful thing that happened last week. Dad wanted to go to the barber. His barber was closed. His barber has been trying to get Dad to spruce up a little, but Dad just wants a haircut. Well, the new barber didn't ask any questions like "what do you want?" he just started in. The first thing he said was, "you need a trim". Not on top of his head, but on his chin. Dad has been wearing this truly atrocious beard since he moved in here. It is like a protest statement or something. Anyway, it is awful to say the least. Some people even took a poll and decided that he was the spitting image of Fidel Castro. Dad could go to Cuba and be widely accepted. The barber said, "you need a trim" and started trimming. Dad processes words quite slowly. By the time he processed what the barber said, half of his beard was gone. You can't run around with half a beard, so now it is all gone. Down side, he is growing it back. Upside, we know where to take Dad for his next haircut. By the way, everyone has complemented him on his new look.

Do you know the old song, "If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all"? That sounds like Dad this week when he came home from day care. Someone had stopped him from doing something he felt he should be able to do. It seemed a little silly to me too, but rules are rules. It was all he wanted to talk about. He couldn't remember anything else that happened that day but that one thing. If it weren't for a negative story, there would be no stories at all. The next day he did have a better story. They have fixed the piano at the center. Bad news follows good like night follows day. They wouldn't let him play it because he wasn't on the schedule that day to do so. Alas.