After months and months, Anne couldn’t stand it anymore and had her shaggy mane sheared. I had repeatedly offered to cut it for her, but she never had any interest in that. She was pleased before the haircut in its anticipation and doubly pleased afterwards with the results. No more COVID hair in her eyes anymore.
Honeymoon Beach, St. John, V.I.
I don’t know if it was that Anne didn’t eat much yesterday or did my cooking just excite her appetite? Earlier she had handed me this week’s food section from the paper and I got to work in the kitchen. The theme of the feature article was tropical dishes, as in a Slice of Summer Sunshine. They all seem to rely heavily on pineapple as an ingredient and I chose to prepare two for dinner tonight: Pineapple Shrimp Ceviche and Pineapple Gazpacho. They both first smack you with a citrus zest, but are then sweetly fruit flavored. The idea is if you can’t actually visit a tropical island now, at least you can eat as if you had.
How were the Covid precautions done at the hair place? I am long enough now to start figuring how long it has to be for locks for love.
Everyone wore masks and everything was wiped down