I was the shaggy dog yesterday. Bangs well over my eyes, hair everywhere, a complete ape. Mom was annoying by it and wanted it to look good by Thursday when we would have a Christmas Party, and so she called up our best hairstylist and dear friend, Shirley at About Hair, a salon. Monday was her day off, but, nevertheless, Mom wanted it DONE, done I tell you! And so do you know what she did dear reader? She got us an appointment with one of Shirley's employees, a lady named Lynn. We were going to go to that later in the day. Even though Shirley would have loved to do it and will be sad when she finds out we did it without her, it was mandatory (I love that word) that we should have it done. Let's back up a little though. About two hours or more before we left, Rebecca and I got traveler clothes on, backpacks and hats and stuff, and we played a game that we were in South America looking for a lost city. We were almost killed by lava, almost sacrificed by evil Indians, and dodged exotic animals of all kinds. It was fun. I had a big blue Nerf gun and shot our enemies down. We were sarcastic to each other as we pretended I was a street smart army guy and her a genius professor who knows nothing about the outside world. We deciphered riddles, tried to find food, and learned to use our heads when faced with no other resource...literally. That was kind of not a good idea.
We relaxed and sat down and watched T.V. while waiting to go to the haircutter. Then we drove to a shopping area in Roswell where About Hair was by J.C. Christophers. Boy had that place changed, with the fountain outside gone and new remodeling done. It was big with open rooms, and had a green color to it. We waited in chairs facing a big desk while Lynn finished up on another person. Then I saw the pretty blonde haired lady. As Mom described what she wanted to do on my hair ( I wasn't listening honestly). Lynn nodded and put suggestions and input in, showing really she cared and was very precise. She brought me back and she snipped snipped away, combing, razoring, washing the whole thing. We talked a little. She asked if my school system was out yet, me drifting away to another subject. I admit I didn't tell her about the trip. I didn't want to. I was tired of explaining it, tired of talking about it, it was nice to talk of different subjects and not talk about the trip for once. It made me feel normal again. Not an outsider, nomad, superstar, or anything else. Just Andrew. And that's the way I like it.
She did a good haircut though, and it looked really good. It was just a little trimmed but making me look normal. We paid, thanked her and left in the car. Mom was to go get her glasses from the Roswell Eye Clinic, where I would try to see my writing mentor Nancy. She works there as an eye therapist, helping kids develop their eyes and do little games and practices through it. I met her in there, and she saw I liked to write. I'm okay with my eyes now. Ever since then, she has been helping me edit stories and we have emailed, written, called, and kept up. She even helped me with making Stuck In Space, which Seth did into a little video project. We came up to the medium sized building in a triangular shape, with a helicopter on top. Long story. We parked and saw all the glasses and other things in the store area, entering into a waiting room where chairs, a big weight was, kid stuff and a counter where a lady sat in another room. Mom went to get her glasses, doing that whole process while I went to the lady at the desk and asked her about Nancy. "She's here today. You have an appointment? Need help with your eyes?" She was black haired, young and pretty.
"No, I just want to... um.... see her, yes. "
"Okay I'll call her out." I waited and read the Mark (left behind book) while I talked to a plump blonde haired lady about the series and a book called Heaven is 4 Real. She was interesting and nice. Then she came out. Nancy. Short, brown haired, slight jersey accent, she hugged me and we talked a little before she said she had a patient back in her room, and that although he was there, he was doing an exercise. She invited me to come back there to talk. After telling Mom I went back through a hallway, seeing that old familiar room with the computers, desks and closet in the back. We talked about the trip as I watched a kid with an eye patch over one eye make a puzzle out of a design he saw a few feet away. It brought back a lot of memories. Good times. Lost times.
I put down some contact info as Nancy said she would get together with us at a later point. I enjoyed seeing her, even if it was short. We left after that, to go shopping at an antique store before going to Alyssa's House. It was across the street in the middle of two other businesses, a wooden store with a porch. Sylvia, Rebecca's friend, her Mom works there. We walked in seeing a balcony with an extra floor. Mrs. Nelson, Sylvia's Mom, was there and I saw her brown hair and glasses. She helped us out as we looked around. I saw old books, records, coke signs and even Tarzan tapes. A portrait of General Lee, jewerly, and other things. I can't tell you who or what I got though. My lips are sealed. I did buy a cool Sherlock Holmes book. She helped us as we bought A LOT, and we lost track of time. We bought too much, spent too much time there, and only came upon their house 40 minutes late. Alyssa had texted me where I was as I tried to explain. They have a pink brick house. We knocked on the door in the garage. Alyssa, blonde/brown haired skinny and a little short, answered the door. I saw her mother and I said hello to her. Mom confirmed pick-up times as we went into Alyssa's room. We talked about different things, school, subjects, and the trip a little. We talked about the things in her room a little, the portraits of her in a dancing school and other stuff like that. After being in that room we went downstairs in their basement and played some wii sports. It seems like everybody has that wii thing now. It's getting very popular. I don't like it THAT much, but I'm game to play it. We did bowling and boxing, and she creamed me at bowling and I her at boxing. It was pretty fun. Enjoyed the time.
The unexpected happened. "MEOW!" we heard. I looked around at the couches and the T.V. and other things in the world, afraid of the thing that makes me alergic. I then saw the unthinkable. An open ceiling tile showed a framework of wires and a wooden piece where facing me was a white cats face, a cat named Mutson. Alyssa was hilariously laughing, and tried to get the kitty down. It had gotten through by way of another entrance which was in another room. After numerous attempt to get it down we made a stack of pillows and cushions for it to jump on. No kitty jump. Mr. Howard got involved, and tried to take it down, as I videotaped the cat in the ceiling. "The Cat in the Ceiling!" It will be a great video online. It was funny though. The cat went back the way it came, and came out the door. About this time Alyssa's Mom came down and told me my mom was in the driveway. I said goodbye to Alyssa and her parents as we left. I am glad I saw my friend Alyssa. It was awesome to see her. We went home, and I ate chicken from publix, later getting a stomach ache. We watched a movie called "Cars 2" which was thrilling, and spy actiony and a funny and child friendly movie. Very good. After that we went to bed. I got a haircut yesterday, saw an old friend, bought some gifts for Christmas, and had a fun time with Alyssa. The next day though, would not be as bright and... healthy, as the first.
Platter, putter, against my sill
Water, water, never still
So sad and wet forever frets
I can't remember the day that happiness you met,
Andrew.
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