Almost Unheard Of

So, a third post in four days. That is almost unheard of, especially from me.  Undoubtedly, there has been a great deal of speculation about the cryptic nature of my facebook status of a few days ago.   I think I should clear the air.  Initially, the only thing that I was going to do that I hadn’t in a long time was cut my hair.  It’s been a really long time since I last cut it and it was getting long and unruly.  Snarls and tangles, knots and hair ripping out have been the largest single category of events that pepper my days.  I was sick of it, sick of the length of time it takes to wet it in the shower, sick of getting it pulled every time I pull it back and out of my eyes.  Now all of you are probably thinking, “Joshua, why didn’t you just say you were cutting your hair and not lead us on this crazy guessing game?”  I believe this syntax is your exact wording because you’ve finally begun to use my real name instead of a nickname I tried to eradicate from your vocabulary about eight years ago and failed miserably.  Anyway, the reason for the guessing game is that I didn’t want you to get the visual of me with my hair shaved to the length I normally cut it to.  I have shaved my hair to 1/4 inch since I was first a teenager, but not this time.  I mixed it up and I didn’t want people to noticed it as different than how I usually cut it but rather different than how it was just days ago. 

In the course of gearing up for this hour and a half extravaganza that was cutting my hair by myself with dull clippers, it was also brought to my attention that I hadn’t blogged in a long time either.  I’ve noticed and been frustrated with the fact that I hadn’t written in my story since early July, nor run since early June.  I haven’t initiated a text conversation in a long time either, so the list keeps piling up.  That night I blogged I also wrote a short dialogue (Something I hope to continue this non-gameday weekend) into my book and cut my hair, obviously.  Running was a Sunday night affair, but the week was hard because my right knee hurt like crazy.  Just today, I caught up on reading Grapes’ blog, which BTW, if I catch anyone using Grapes’ endearing “Joshie”, I will publish a disturbing short story about you and her. Don’t try me on this.  I have only to tap into my alter-memory and my vivid imagination to make good on this warning, but you may not like the resulting anecdote.  Back to my hair for a moment, there is some grooming work I need to get done before Sunday and I won’t tell you what or how because it may not turn out very good, but be surprised….or not.

JA Menter 3

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