The Japanese beat us to it again. They’ve been celebrating 0707 for centuries, but seems only this year (probably because of the added ’07 factor in 2007) do we Americans seem to notice there’s something magical – casinos and wedding planners are planning on record receipts today. In Japan, July 7th is the festival of Tanabata. Tanabata celebrates the one day of the year that the river of stars (the Milky Way) allows lovers on opposite sides of the celestial river to meet. Oh la la. Closer to home, July 7th is Momma K’s
_ _th birthday, although it hasn’t been her birthday as long as it’s been Tanabata (which is my way of saying she’s not that old, and “Happy Birthday”).
On our date night last night, we went canoeing on a “lake” nearby. It’s really more of a big pond, but who’s counting? We paid for an hour of canoe rental and was only $10, so pretty good, I thought, being the expert on hourly canoe rental rates that I am. Jenny captured some pictures of me from behind which are further proof that I’m balding. People always say “Oh no you’re not. You should see my husband. Etc.” My brother-in-law/sister-in-law thought they were being funny when they gave the boys a book called “Where’d Daddy’s Hair Go?” for Christmas. As you can see below, I really am thinning, but I still have my figure (I didn’t say what kind of figure, but I still have it). I'll save that brother-in-law the humiliation and not post some incriminating evidence I have of his own folical challenges.
After canoeing we went to a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try called Ohana, a Hawaiian BBQ place. Don't confuse it with Mahana, as in "you ugly." As we walked in, the two teenagers who were so not Polynesians, greeted us with a cheerful, yet somewhat reluctant-because-their-manager-made-them-say-it “Aloha”. I ordered the Katsu Curry (properly pronounced in Japanese as kaw-tsu, but our friendly plastic lei-wearing island order-taker kept saying cat-tsu) and Jenny got sesame chicken. The food was overall pretty good. As we left, the entire staff bid us a fond island farewell and a “Mahalo," also not to be confused with Mahana, as in "get out of our restaurant, Ugly." You couldn’t pay me enough…
6 Comments:
You MUST share the ISBN number of that book so I can get it for our kids!!
The date night sounds like a real treat! A canoe ride...I hope Aaron is reading this!
Thanks for reminding me again, it's bad enough when I went to get a haircut in Spokane from the Russian girls at Oasis Hair (cheap place and you get a hot towel neck rub when your done) anyways in her very broken English my hair stylist pretty much told me that soon I wouldn't be needing to get a haircut anymore, I laughed and cried at the same time, just like when Emily "jokingly" hands me the Rogaine at the store. I've always said if I was going bald I'd just shave my head all the way but I'm still in denial for now.
The ISBN is 9780375835711. "Where Did Daddy's Hair Go?" by Joe O'Connor. Great illustrations, too.
I think guys should be more honest about how hard it is to lose their hair. You all just try to cover up your true feelings with the humor and the jokes. You should just come out and cry the next time someone makes fun of you balding.
Two comments. Before reading the blog, I thought the circles on the picture were meant to be halos. Well, that works too.
Just can't help it. Must say that at almost 59 my hair is not thinning at all. It is graying, but that's OK.
I had missionary companions who used, and I am not making this up, Glover's Sarcoptic Mange Medicine, to try to stave off balding. You can still buy it. I read that it
"comprises a blended mixture of minor amounts of petroleum, rectified tar oil, sulfur, phenol, oxyquinoline, pine oil and castor oil in a petroleum jelly base."
I have the best-looking son-in-laws in the world. Please don't shave your heads ever because then you will look "mean".
Thanks for the "Happy Birthday". I am now 60 and proud of it!
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