I shaved my head again!
The both of you might remember that almost one year ago I shaved my head in solidarity with my mother-in-law, Wilma, who was going through chemo treatments for breast cancer. Well we’re still kicking cancer’s bony ass but it seems we have to do it one breast at a time. No, Wilma’s doing great. This time it’s my sister Mary Ann. She’s now my second sister to face down this evil, hateful bitch. One can never be too harsh in reference to cancer.
So this morning, after going to mass, my wife asked me to drive us over to the site of the big fundraiser we had been a part of yesterday. It’s for my kids’ school. It was an Oktoberfest and it was a complete success and then some. I got to emcee. It was a blast. But, being the organizers means that we had to clean up the day after. Hundreds of folding chairs and tables, pumpkins and potted mums had to go somewhere.
“Honey,” I said, “How about I drop you off and while you get started I’ll run back home and start some laundry?” She was fine with this because we were, as a family, on the verge of running out of… underwear!
I went home, started the laundry, and then decided that since I had time I’d also FaceTime my sister and we’d shave our scalps together. It was actually a fun moment. At one point, clippers in hand, I started singing Carwash. “You might not ever get rich… But lemme tell you it’s a-better than diggin’ a ditch…” Classic. And my dance to it was even better.
I returned to the festival clean-up, freshly shorn and excited. And as I was walking across the lawn another one of the dad’s from the school who was carrying some hay bails passed me.
“Hey, heard you’re all cleaned up down below. You’re wife spilled the beans.”
I nervously laughed and then said “No, I just did the scalp. Trust me, I’m good. And, my wife said that?!”
Turns out my precious wife had jokingly related that I was cleaning our laundry so I wouldn’t be without a clean pair of boxers tomorrow but NOT that I was also shaving my head.
And it only got better folks. Lots of good natured fun at my expense. I don’t mind. I enjoy at least being the center of attention. There’s no such thing as bad publicity. But the best line goes to my son. He spent the day with Wilma on the last day of the State Fair. Very late this evening they both walked into my kitchen while I was working on a column for another site. He looked straight at me, paused, and then said:
“Daddy, did you get a haircut?”
If I were feeling like my old man I would have responded:
“No, son, I got ’em all cut.”
On a special note, please keep Mary Ann (my sister) in your prayers. More than anything, the spiritual weapons we possess from God are the real instruments of destruction in this battle (and all our battles). I greatly appreciate it. She does too.