Hi Darling Ones,

I was going to title this post “If Jackson Browne Mated with a Mean Turtle: The Last in a Series.” However, by the time I was done typing the word ‘turtle’ I had already changed my mind. If we go back into quarantine I’m 87% sure I’ll shave my head again and thus chronicle its various growing out phases in another round of The COVID Diaries.

As it is, it’s now been a year since I last shaved my head and I’ve entered into the endless Jackson Browne + Mean Turtle phase of my existence. Left to its own devices my hair just really, really loves being Jackson Browne’s hair twin. It’s kinda heavy on top and wispy on the sides and loves to hum “Doctor My Eyes” on many occasions.

With a hair dryer and styling goo, I can make my hair do a lot of other things. My hair is a multi-talented team player that, when given the proper tools, really shines. I am a lazy one-hit wonder who prefers spending my time not doing my hair. We both really like Paul Westerberg’s cover of “These Days.”

I’m kinda looking forward to getting an actual, factual haircut by a professional once my bangs get a little longer (fingers crossed this happens in Octoberish). I haven’t had my haircut by someone other than me since April of 2018 when I decided to shave my head for fun and profit. There was no profit, but I still kept the buzzcut for five months. By the time I grew it back enough we were in COVID quarantine and I shaved it again.

In unrelated news, I’m making bbq ribs for the first (and last) time. It is a gross, pain in the ass process I do not wish to ever replicate. I’m also worried they’re not gonna be very good because I got so exasperated with the process. I’m a firm believer in the food you prepare tasting like how you feel. Or maybe how I feel influences how I think the food I made tastes. It’s something to ponder, I suppose.

Please don’t confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them,
Jodi

P.S. I can’t stop listening to the “Singles” soundtrack and I may need an intervention.