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Each morning and each evening, Celeste and I exchange brief greetings and good wishes by way of email with a friend, a woman in her late sixties who lives alone in Monona. If, by mid-morning, we realize that we haven’t received a reply to our implicit Did You Wake Up This Morning Alive message, we send a text. And then, if the text gets no answer, we try phoning. It’s been years we’ve been doing this, and we have had to call a few times, but never had to send anyone over to break down the lady’s door.
One day this past week, our friend said in her evening message, “Busy again at work. Had my hair trim appt today. My stylist also trained as a massage therapist and her shampooing style is oh so relaxing. She also gave me a wonderful neck massage.”
I wrote back the following day, “How’s your neck this morning? Your praise of your hair trim lady made me recall a haole lady ‘barber’ (mighta been a stylist) I went to a few times at Ala Moana Liberty House on the recommendation of an appreciator of women. She didn’t cut hair to my complete satisfaction, but I liked her shampooing. I always thought a hair wash AFTER a haircut made more sense than before, but I remember she did it before, and it was quite pleasant anyway.”
As sort of a postscript, I reported, “Incomplete satisfaction can bring a smile to my face, lo these several baldheaded decades later.”
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