Day 52 of our quarantine. 59,474 cases. 3,682 deaths. 24,908 recoveries. 4L of 3% milk costs $5.12. No hamburger could be found in the local Save-On (due to a fear we’ll have a meat shortage).
No one thought the Panama Canal could be built. No one thought Harry Potter would sell. And, no one thought The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World would try something with her hair.
In the world, however, they were busy trying their own things. In Sweden, they dumped chicken poop in the parks to deter people from gathering there. A crappy solution, but hey, if it works…
In Canada, murder hornets have arrived, and thank you very much for whoever named them murder hornets. Oh, it’s not like these big bastards are good news, but murder hornets? Really?
In BC, we’re not opening up the economy like other parts of Canada. We’re kind of like that fat kid who waits for everyone else to jump off the cliff into the pool to see if someone dies first.
Check out that latest information on what you can do and where, here.
In our house, The-Youngest cooked supper (chicken strips, peas, and that weird pasta that looks like rice). He even plated it and took pictures. He’s a serious one, he is, even if it’s just serious about mountain biking, rollercoasters, and food.
The-Oldest has interviews set up for musical scholarships next weekend, so he was busy honing his craft today. As expected, he’s excited and terrified at the same time. However, when he took a break, we watched The Invisible Man together. I highly recommend that movie.
The biggest event, though, was The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World deciding it was time to dye her hair. She made her only trip out in 52 days, masked up with her fancy, new purple mask, and made her way into the pharmacy (to also get meds).
Usually, I do the shopping, but let’s face it, when it comes to hair colour, that’s even worse than sending me to get Stayfree Ultra Thin Overnight Pads with Wings, but not the ones in the purple package, no, the ones in the box, but not the big box, the tall one.
So, it made sense she should grab this one. God knows what I would have come back with, but I suspect The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World would have been Marilyn Monroe’d.
To her credit, she really wanted this to go right. She shoed us boys away, prepped her revitalization room, and even read the instructions to make sure she was up on all the latest dying techniques. Then she got down to business.
She came out with her hair all spiked up and purple. I guess that’s part of the process. She told us all to stay away and not touch her hair, so naturally, we wanted to touch her hair and be close.
She used some advanced form of Kung Fu on The-Youngest to keep him away, then sat reading while we looked on from a distance, a little afraid to get too close. About 43 hours later, she disappeared, again, and re-emerged…
Well, totally beautiful. Not that she wasn’t beautiful before, but her hair was perfect, a little purplie, but nothing too bright, and she’d managed to blow dry it to make it look like a pro had done it.
I have to say, she did some fine work, and her hair might last another month (it’s been nearly 3 months since she went to her amazing hairdresser.)
However, when I asked her last week what would be the first thing she’d do when the quarantine was lifted, and she said, go to her hairdresser, so until then, at least she can now go out in public with a mask that matches her hair.
So, until tomorrow, be safe, be healthy, and respect the new world.
Looks fantastic! Can’t wait to see her, Great article,