Wayne D's Blog

I finally got to sleep in this morning. The cold I have been suffering through the past week and a half has made my right knee sore and I hadn't been able to catch up on the sleep deficit I have been suffering through. This had made me grumpier than I should be as the people I work with can attest. Two weeks ago it was March break camp at Scanlon Creek. Last Saturday it was the Sportsman's Show with the Explorers. I bought a new winter sleeping bag, a canoe paddle and two cloth wrapped summer sausages. They are dry, they are pungent but they sure taste good. Before I went canoeing last year I tried to find some locally without success. None of the supermarkets around here had it and I couldn't find any at the deli's I checked. I asked the woman I bought it from and she told me the deli guy had a place at Vaughan Mills Shopping Centre so when the two sticks I bought are gone I'll know where to get a refill. I have included a picture below to make your mouth water.

Yesterday I got a haircut for the first time in two years. Well, that's not strictly true, it was my first professional haircut in two years. A little over two years ago I decided to give up the battle with my receding hairline, fore-go a comb over and just get my hair cut really short. One of the wait staff at my Tuesday night trivia hangout was a budding hair dresser and after a few false starts one night she was there, I was there and a pair of hair clippers were there. Jenn decided that cutting my hair in the bar might get someone in trouble so we trooped out back to the attached shed with a bare light bulb. Things were a bit tense when we had trouble finding a socket. With one of her friends recruited to hold a plastic bag, my drinking companions standing by watching, she took clippers in hand and gave me a good buzzing. Digital pictures were taken but they have never surfaced so you'll have to take my word for it.

After that I bought a $20 pair of clippers at Walmart and have been doing it myself since. My wife helps me do the back but I don't get her to help often enough. I ran into the hairdressing server a few weeks ago and decided it was time to have her cut my hair under more normal circumstances. She told me what hours where the salon where she works are open but I neglected to get the number. Tuesday night I stopped by on the way home from the bar to get the phone number. I think she was a bit surprised to see me when I walked in the door Friday just before closing. She hadn't connected me with the name in the appointment book but she quickly regained her composure. My hair was soon washed and I was ushered to her chair. Jenn told me that I was getting two pony tails back there as I sat in her chair showing how wise my decision to seek professional help was.