The Haircut

Yes, Virginia, I still have hair.  With a small amount of grey but not enough to notice.  The problem is as my head gets fatter and my hair gets thinner, I don't like anyone looking down on the top of my head.  Like a poor wheat crop, if you look at it from the road it looks not bad, but get out into the crop and you can see not only is the stand poor but there is likely nothing in the head.

When I got back home from visiting my kids, I needed a haircut desperately as it had been well before I went to Kazakhstan since I had my last one.  Tanya had both of us booked in for 9:00 am, two days after I got home.  Yulia has been cutting my hair since we moved to Zhovti Vody.  Since a haircut is only $5, I can tip her the same amount and we both think we have a bargain.

She takes a full 30 minutes and worries and fusses until it is just right. It is a great haircut when once she decides it is to her satisfaction.  The problem is that the style makes me feel like I look like Victor Yanukovich. Put it another way, how would you feel about a haircut that made you look like Stephen Harper or George W Bush.