Wash and Blow Dry

Friday 13 August 2010: 3 years 11 months on …

I first grew a moustache when I was a student at Stellenbosch. Why, I can’t remember – but I guess it must have had something to do with less time spent shaving in the morning!

I’ve always been a night person – stay up and party through the night. I learned that as a student. Many nights, I didn’t sleep at all! Even as recent as March last year, after the Graeme College Rugby festival, we partied with Hennie le Roux (ex Springbok of 1995 World Cup fame) at the Rat and Parrot and danced – I learned that as a student, too – at a nameless place across the road until the wee hours of the morning.

And then Scottie and I sat on the hilltop at the Settlers’ Monument until the sun rose over Grahamstown at six am. We healed all the world’s ills (except mine!) and got close to God as we discussed religion and faith and everlasting life! 

Yes, I’ve always been a night person. I’ve never been a morning person. So, I guess that I would have tried anything that would allow me to sleep in for a few minutes longer.

I even tried a beard when we were visiting the Greek Islands during our European tour of 1981. It was never really a very successful beard, but not having to shave did save another few minutes!

Ironically, it was when shaving, almost four years ago now, that I began to realize that there was something wrong with my left hand. Now – with my illness – I am even less of a morning person. The first few hours of the morning are when I am least able to move.

The moustache has stayed permanently, but changed from black to grey, since the mid seventies. I’ve only shaved it off once, a few years ago, when I lost a bet, and then regrew it immediately!

But the old grey beard comes and goes. Normally, it appears as the winter months arrive and comes off when summer approaches.

Hence, it came off last week again. I’ve got rid of the grey for a few months! And, it’s good exercise for my hands to grasp a razor once again!

But my hair had started looking really long and unkempt. And, Pera, my regular hairdresser, had offered to cut it earlier in the week, when she was cutting Sean and Phillip’s hair. I hadn’t been feeling well, so I declined the offer then.

However, last night, Wayne Kallis, local entertainer with Centre Stage, was looking for guys to volunteer to have their hair cut by “lady friends” of his. We passed a few comments to each other via cyber space regarding this request.

I wasn’t quite sure whether this was a catch or not. It’s strange how we have become reluctant to accept anything that is free or cheap – there are so many scams and fly-by-nights out there!

I jokingly enquired whether there were “extra’s” and Wayne replied that he wasn’t even sure if there were haircuts involved! 

I offered my services, anyway, and was told to report to the Hair Academy in Newton Park at three this afternoon.

So, in preparing for our trip to East London, and in between having my car serviced at Maritime and washed and blown dry at the car wash (remember we still have water restrictions and may not use hosepipes to wash cars), I also received a makeover – a wash, cut and blow dry!

It all turned out to be a group of hairdressing students who required a certain number of guinea pigs to practice on and prepare themselves for their forthcoming examinations.

I haven’t been pampered so much in a long time. But now, the hair’s gone and the beard’s gone and the moustache is trimmed. And, I feel like a new penny, and I look so good … and I feel like I can party through the night again!

And I’m ready for East London (the Highlander at the Blue Lagoon, maybe?) but I’m going to have to get up a few minutes earlier in order to shave …


There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror,
and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
‘Well,’ she said, ‘I think I’ll braid my hair today.’
So she did and she had a wonderful day. 

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror
and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.

‘H-M-M,’ she said, ‘I think I’ll part my hair down the middle today.’
So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed
that she had only one hair on her head.

‘Well,’ she said, ‘today I’m going to wear my hair in a pony tail.’
So she did, and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and
noticed that there wasn’t a single hair on her head.
‘YAY!’ she exclaimed. ‘I don’t have to fix my hair today!’
Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary,
for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply,
Love generously,
Care deeply,
Speak kindly,
and pray continually.
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.


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