Wig Shopping Day

Today was wig shopping day. Or perhaps the tale of two wig shops. The good shop and the bad. I won't name the latter. No need to vilify an entire organization because of one woman’s lack of motivation or interest. But Jeannie's formerly mentioned but unidentified friend drove in from an hour away. And thank God she did. Hell, she saved Jeannie's day. At shop number one the woman plunked something on her head that made her think to herself I'm going to look like hell for the next year I can’t do this. After a few more half hearted uninterested efforts Jeannie's friend looked at the woman and said “could we at least get something that works with her skin color”? The woman said she might be able to order in something in the color and length Jeannie wanted. Jeannie tried to impress upon this halfwit that time was of the essence. Unimpressed with both the quality of the merchandise and service, they moved on.

Kim's Wig Shop on Sawmill Road has been there forever. Jeannie says it’s been there as long as she’s been in town. (We’ve both been here so long the only thing we DIDN’T do is grow up here) She also thought she’d never have occasion to visit. But they found Kim Lee, the owner, who listened, was kind, helpful and found what she wanted. Since we had plans for this evening, her friend turned around and drove all the way home. I say we owe her. Everyone would say we owe her one. She wouldn’t agree though. If she hadn’t been along Jeannie says she would have just melted down at the first shop. Or worse yet I would have been there, useless and clueless as a man could be in that situation. Sometimes you’re just the right friend at the right place at the right time. And if you’ve never experienced that feeling, well you’re just not trying hard enough. (If you experience it too much, well you’re trying too hard and should also reflect and reconsider).

We wrapped up our day with a relaxing massage at Open Sky on West Fifth Avenue. Those girls are incredible. It’s fortuitous that this had just happened to be previously scheduled for the day before Jeannie’s first chemo treatment. What a way to get rid of some unwanted and perfectly useless stress. Afterwards we swung by the house and picked up Tillie and Rose. We threw them in the back of the car and headed out for a quick late dinner. Otie’s in Old Hilliard has been there for years. We’ve been going there ever since we met. Otie sold out a few years ago and with his retirement Hilliard lost its unofficial historian of 40+ years. But the new owners have tried to keep his spirit of constant change and improvement while hanging onto some of the old tried and true. The patio is on something like its fourth version. And that we can hang there with our dogs means the world.

Tomorrow at dawn we’ll be back at the Zangmeister Center. The place got a rather unique endorsement the other day. Unsolicited a gentleman told Jeannie he’d been going there for about three years and “they’re pretty nice folks except for giving you rat poison”.