i get my haircut once a month. otherwise i look like a frumpy dog.
my hair person is following all of the COVID19 protocols.
one person at a time, mask on. spray between people. gloves.
and either before or after my appointment Bert has her appointment.
a bazillion years ago when I worked at the hospital she was in charge of the business office.
Russ was the Lab Director. they had one daughter. we went to the same church.
he is tall and thin with now grey white hair. she is short and a little stocky.
he is quiet. she is outgoing.
and now she has the start of Alzheimers.
Russ recognized me the first time he saw me. Bert did not.
he walks her in to her hair appointment.
he waits patiently in the chair next to her while she gets a cut and then a blow dry.
he pays. then he helps her with her coat and gloves. and out they go.
and the picture of love is the two of them walking hand in hand out the salon door to the car.
she still has a great smile and he still speaks quietly to her.
God Bless them. God protect them. God revealed in them.
i wonder how many Valentine Days they have had together and how many more are left.
brokenBread...... 