From a distance, I couldn't tell. I would have to fight my way through summer foliage.
I was not disappointed! Sheltered under a green canopy, the wig looked as good as ever.
All praise to the gods for this symbol of constancy.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wig Duties
It was time to go to 3rd Street for a wig check. Last time I'd gone by, in March, it was still hanging in (or on) there, on a fence near Staples, its locks glossy as the first day I'd glimpsed them, all the way back in October '10. On the way to 3rd, my mood was a little tense. Surely it couldn't survive forever, but if it was still there, it would seem like a good omen.
From a distance, I couldn't tell. I would have to fight my way through summer foliage.
I was not disappointed! Sheltered under a green canopy, the wig looked as good as ever.
All praise to the gods for this symbol of constancy.
From a distance, I couldn't tell. I would have to fight my way through summer foliage.
I was not disappointed! Sheltered under a green canopy, the wig looked as good as ever.
All praise to the gods for this symbol of constancy.
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2 comments:
Ha ha ha! Nice to see something that's staying in place! Quite a hair-raising experience!
Ahaha! Oh, man, I've been wondering about this wig -so glad to see a survivor!
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