More Hair raising adventures

I am back. It was a wet and cold weekend as I recall. Yesterday was more damp than cold, though. I got a haircut on Saturday, there I go again thrilling you all with the minutae of my life. Neeless to say, I am finding haircuts to be very disconcerting these days. My forehead seams to be growing and my hairline is shrinking. I do not recall signing up for this. I am not saying that I am so vain that I would have chosen a short life, but with great hair. I never had what I would consider great hair. It was straight as an arrow, what's left of it still is, dark brown and had a fine texture. It is one of many traits I inherited from my father, though the texture of his hair was baby fine. My son has the same hair, straight, but his texture is even thicker than mine, which is cool, I guess.

It is all the more funny since my mother has hair that was coarse like steel wool. I can recall many time pulling a Larry Fine on her (the Stooge with the funny hair). I would rip a clump of her hair out to scour pots and pans after cooking. I do not think I could have just picked her up and turned her upside down, I could have hurt myself. This was a much better way of doing things. Besides, this avoided all the blood rushing to my mother's head. You really do not want to deal with my mother when she is light headed.

Speaking of which, I have been seeing the tables turned in my life. Any time I have made my views of life and government known, I just dislike injustice and capricious, incompetent government so I am not afraid to take the system to task for some of its negatives (taxation issues are my favorite), my mother would respond with a "David!". It was her way of saying that she did not want to hear it and that I should just capitulate and accept the bullshit. I cannot, not that I do much about it but launch private protests, which really do not accomplish much. Anyway, she has a bit of a tax issue that may have included a retroactive change, that which I find abhorent. Anyway, I was able to give her the same attitude and chuckled how she has finally come to see things my way. I do not think that pleased her but too bad.

I had another one of those when my brother was going through his articling interviews in 1996. It was a grueling process of interviews on top of interviews with law firms. Eventually, they all blend together, the students as well from the firm side, and it becomes hard to differentiate yourself from the crowd. Anyway, my brother, he with the sunny disposition, was pissed by the process. My mother and sister commented that he sounded like me at that moment. Now, what is never said is that perhaps I was perceptive and felt what I felt because it was true and honest and not just a product of my own "negative" mind set.

In fact, I do not perceive my mind set as negative. I know I can do anything and I refuse to put mental obstacles in my own path. I just see the good and bad in most things. I do have a habit of pointing out the flaws to those who will only look at the positives. I need to know the risks and rewards and I figure everybody else should know them so that they go into any situation with theirs eyes opened. I would point out the positives to those fixated on the negatives, so I am a neutralizer more than anything.

So perhaps you should take me along, the Neutralizer, when you get your next perm. We are back to hair and I am outta here for today. Ciao!