random thoughts – Day 2,152 (Friday) – bangs and buckets

Back with bangs.

There was a hair appointment in Worcester today. As I left for the appointment, a guy in a bucket truck was working on a pole down the street. A sandwich board stuck in a snow bank declared that some new not recognizable brand of internet something was happening. There were too many words on the sign and they were too small to read from the car. Note to sign makers – nobody can read your novella in passing, even when the speed limit is 15 miles per hour.

After weeks of consideration and countless minutes searching for reference photos that looked even a tiny bit like my mostly wavy, partly straight, longish hair, on a person with glasses, I took the step and boldly reclaimed my bangs. When I wore contacts, I had bangs for years and loved them, except for one or two stifling humid summer days when they clung to my forehead in a puddle of sweat. When contacts finally failed me and required the addition of reading glasses, I ditched the contacts and switched to full time glasses.

With full time glasses, bangs felt like too much stuff happening on my face, even though I think other people with bangs and glasses look great. There have been brief flirtations with wispy bangs, curtain bangs, side-swept bangs, and face-framing layers, but today, full bangs and I were reunited. For a while anyway, they tend to grow fast and once they are in my eyes I feel like a sheepdog and then I get testy. But so far, so good.

In a bucket on a cold day.

The bucket truck was still on the street when I returned several hours later. A couple hours after that, it was outside my house. The truck was driven by one guy, with a second guy in the lowered bucket in the back of the truck. Bucket guy would yell to the driver when the truck was near where he needed to be, then the truck would stop and the bucket would raise. And lower. And raise. And adjust until it was correctly placed, with yelling to the driver the whole time. I felt bad for bucket guy. It was cold out. At least driver guy had heat, even if he had the window down to hear when he was being yelled to by bucket guy.

After a debate about whether or not to eat supper, and if so, what that supper should be, with contenders including yogurt, soup, pasta, and grilled cheese, a frozen pizza was decided upon. While setting the oven temperature, I noticed the top of the control panel of the stove was wet. Very odd. An amateur investigation ensued. It revealed that there is a leak in the cabinet over the sink where the range hood vents to the outside world. Water is dripping behind the vent pipe, making it impossible to get any sort of bucket, bowl, or collection device under it, so it's towels for now.

The potential spring/summer roof exploration because I really want siding and the professional guidance is to do the roof first, was near the top of the list, but not necessarily at the top-top under the belief there was plenty of time. Now it looks like roofing work is, at the very least, a more urgent winter repair. Hooray. I always love a surprise. (No, I don’t.) A roofer has been contacted. There will be a phone conversation in the morning.