a hair cut... finally

On February 16th  I get my hair cut.

Almost five months later I get the next one.

Having my hair long and straggly hasn't been much of a concern since:

• I'm not going anywhere;
• I'm one of many having out-of-control hair; and
• I mostly wear my hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Hair salons opened here on June 22. I am happy that the small, unassuming Blu Bocker survived its three-month closing.

I am a little nervous. But this salon is being very careful.

Masks are required. I wear an N-95 to be extra safe. 

My temperature is taken when I arrive.

I am required to wash my hands. And in case I'm not sure how, a small sign details the process.

And seats at the hair-wash section are spaced well apart.

There is only one other customer at the salon when I arrive, but he is almost done.  And soon, it's only me. 

The shower-like separators are not needed.

The head massage I've missed is amazing. 

And Kato does a great job with the cut. My hair just feels healthier.

I leave feeling almost normal. 

And then I'm quickly reminded how not-normal things are.

I pass new barriers being erected outside a restaurant. There is no indoor dining allowed. But this way, people can dine outside, on busy, two-way York Avenue, next to city traffic.

I don't think dining al fresco was quite envisioned this way.