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May 15, 2004

Hairdresser

Dora gets her hair done every Friday morning. Lydia has been doing her hair for decades. Indeed, Lydia has customers going back to the day she started in 1961 and many of her customers have been with her as long as thirty years. The salon is a loving place. Lots of old ladies, very very old ladies, many with their personal care assistants, getting their hair done. Lots of curls, teasing to make thin hair fuller, and the most loving attention.

DSCN5455-small.jpg I got Dora up this morning, bathed and dressed her, and served her cornflakes and milk. Getting a taxi to take us to the salon was difficult. They would not come at a specified time. I had to call again 5-10 minutes before I wanted to leave, which I did. We waited outside for them, but after 20 minutes, with no taxi in sight I called on the cellphone to discover they had been calling the house to say they had no cars! I had to start all over again with another company. I called Lydia to say we would be 45 minutes late. "No problem," she said. "I will fit Dora in." Reyna and her fianc´┐Ż met us at the hairdresser to take us shopping for Friday night's dinner.

Posted by BKG at May 15, 2004 09:50 AM

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