The Haircut

My husband needs a little hair trim now and again between cuts and I happily make a snip or two around the ears and such.  Now last night (and I'm not sure why) but I decided to get a bit more aggressive and off I went a cut here and there, and yes, it was pretty much everywhere.  And I did not quite realize just how much I had done until I looked down at his blue sweatshirt, covered now in a silvery shimmer.  Can you imagine such patience and trust from my husband sitting there, not quite sure what had gotten into his wife?

Less is better he said and I knew what he meant, less cutting and more hair not the other way around.  The side burns now needed a touch or two and Tom, note it was he, said to go get his razor and I did and it turned right on.  I was thinking I should really stop about the same time he questioned just what I was doing.   It was then that I realized the razor was just for an even bottom.  I had thought for the effort of getting it out that a tool of that size could trim the whole thing.

Then the laughter began quite in earnest, for my husband now had one extremely short side burn.   You might say that I shaved it all the way off and just to match the other is now barely there.  After all of this, I will say that the work I did was quite fine and he looks good, no better, quite handsome.   And when the laughter had slowed, he said with a smile that I can do it again.

Saturday Morning Thoughts

I find
great pleasure
in kissing
my husband

I find
much joy
in slipping on
cashmere socks

I find
my stomach
growling
wanting pancakes
but going to get
oatmeal instead

I find
my thoughts
to be very tender
about my sweet
dog, Summit

The Dryer

I cannot think of a comfort today
That surpasses the cozy warmth
Of holding freshly laundered
Sheets and towels
On a cold winter's morning.

Ice Skating

I have this idea in my head
And I can't quite get it out
About how delightful it would be
On this cold and clear winter's day
To hike up to Smith Lake
About a mile or so
Put on a pair of skates
And glide the afternoon away.

We would leave about 10 a.m.
With a picnic and a thermos in hand.
Together we would have the loveliest of days.

In my head the ice is thick and smooth
No chance of a crack in the ice or a fall on my bum.
I would gracefully glide around and around,
Twirling when I fancy and going backwards too.

I have told Tom my idea every day now for the last week or so
And he smiles and says he likes the thought too.

But the problem lies in that it is very cold outside
And it is really quite blustery now
And I don't like to skate, because
The inevitable fall quite drives me away
And I don't have skates and neither does Tom
And yes, the excuses go on and on.

There is a certain enchantment
In things not experienced before.
Some we figure out and turn into adventure
But this one, I think is best left to my daydreams.