Started yesterday with an early trip to my favorite Barber – Anna – who provided what I can only describe as a Facial Spa. I’m not lying, this isn’t your father’s barber. It’s an experience. Right down to an essential oil spritzing as a finale. I always book my next session as soon as I slide out of the chair, because Anna books up quickly.
And I finally understand what keeps the little old ladies – now my demographic – coming back to their favorite hair salons on such a regular basis. It’s really not about looking good. It’s about feeling good from that little extra personal attention while you are sitting in that chair. The pampering. Anna is the best.
Well, I came home to find Lisa and Scarlett working hard at setting up the back deck for the 4th of July family BBQ we are hosting.
I could tell it was going to be hot, and I know Lisa has plans for me to put together whatever is in that large and heavy cardboard box, so I slinked off to my much cooler basement office where I found Claire had taken up her usual spot for her own cool facial spa in the opening of the sliding back door.
I leave that door open because otherwise Claire bangs on the glass with her massive front hoof, like Quasimodo’s bells in Notre Dame, sending the Beagles into a barking frenzy. It sounds like the Walls of Jericho are about to come down. As a result, the door stays open and my summer air conditioning bill is triple what it normally would be. But Claire is worth it.
Honey kept her distance over by the snack table, which is a sign that she wanted another course of Wheat Thins.
Honey comes from Arizona, so this heat is nothing for her.
I finally made it to my office where I finished that legal motion I’ve been working on and sent it off to New York to be finalized and filed. I’m glad its behind me and I’m feeling good about our chances for success.
Unfortunately, success only brings more legal motions.
By late afternoon the mules had retreated from the scorching sun to their fan cooled barn for a siesta and the only creatures around were my Bronx pigeon, a bird who Nikola Tesla believed brought mystical energy to its surroundings, keeping watch from the top of the bat house,
and a bonded pair of sparrows who enjoyed a late afternoon snack in the shade cover of Lisa’s bird feeder on the front window.
Well, the legal world has already presented me with another motion I really don’t want to do, so I will spend some of today using my Sherlockian intellect and four decades of litigation experience figuring out how to approach it. Lisa has a list of last minute items she needs for this BBQ, so that will be the rest of my time. The concept of local shopping is relative, and fluid, and always requires a car when you live in NoCo. When you juxtapose these two competing demands on my attention, a little time in the car with the air condition and stereo blasting seems far more appealing.
But before all of that I need to get to my chores, including dragging out the recycling to the road. I produce very little garbage, so my recycling footprint is 4 to one at the edge of my driveway.
Hopefully, my fine, five readers have gotten their 4th of July preparation done and dusted, and will be escaping from any employment obligations no later than lunch. Trust me, no one will notice. And if they do, too bad for them.
But no matter what else we get up to as we fully commit to this holiday weekend, let’s make today a great one.
