That time again to get my hair cut and back to one uniform color. A good hairdresser needs to be part psychologist too, I think. Mine greeted me today by asking what was new so I told her what was bothering me. She didn't try to give me advice nor ask more probing questions. Just said she had a similar problem and we commiserated for a short time. Neither of us ever mentioned any specifics - just how we felt. Then it was on to more fun stuff like her horse Snort's tendon - it's mending better than the vet hoped and he gave her the green light to ride him again; to politics - she can't figure out why Trump is high in the polls either; to a description of her VIP treatment at a country western show this summer (her son is a radio DJ). Left her establishment feeling like I can tackle anything life throws at me and look great doing it.
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