as seen in julie's post about their time here, tyrn has lost all the hair on the top of his head, as well as a little ring around his crown, leaving him with a little thatch on top and a sweet mullet.
he looks like a little old man. in commiseration with him i elected to give myself a similar hairstyle. however the head of the house (wrt to grooming) overruled my style decision so ty is now rocking the mullet on his own. the good news is that he seems to have a thick new crop of hair coming in already.
this week while i was grocery shopping i was in a good mood and decided to try an experiment. i wanted to see if i could pick out the entire grocery list, go through the line, pay and leave the store while singing "country roads" by john denver the entire time out loud at a reasonable volume (ie. not belting it out, but certainly not singing under my breath).
my hypothesis was that my experimental zeal could easily overrule my sense of social norms and i should be able to pull it off. barring talking to the clerk and one incident in which i met the same guy for the third time just at the beginning of the chorus (i had to stop and reset so he knew that i wasnt just singing the first lines of the chorus over and over) my hypothesis was proved correct. i am fully capable of overriding social norms and singing country roads out loud for an entire grocery trip.
an interesting serendipitous discovery was made as well. at three separate times in the grocery store, complete strangers made friendly joking remarks to me, or struck up conversations unrelated to singing. it seems as if my disregard for social norms, or perhaps my obvious good humour, made me more approachable than a hoody clad, newly shorn, wrinkly pants 30 year old man would otherwise be. the friendly overtures ranged across age and sex: a 30 year old mom with her kid, a 50 year old man and a 60 year old lady with her husband.
those who know me know that i sing all the time anyways, but maybe i should crank the volume.
dark and dusty, painted on the sky
misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye...