I think it says something about the completeness with which I have settled into my new lifestyle that, for my birthday, I got a crewcut and a shotgun.
Okay, it’s not quite a crewcut. Kathy, at Salon in the Mills, gave me about five haircuts over the space of an hour. Each, obviously, was shorter than the last. By the time we were done, I was down to just a couple of inches. But I may go back for cut number six, so the full-fledged crew isn’t out of the question.
The shotgun, a gift from Kevin, is most definitely a shotgun. After spending two hours with Bob at the gun counter at Bass Pro Shops, we chose a Remington 870 pump-action 20-gauge combo, which comes with a 20-inch rifled barrel for deer and a 26-inch smooth-bore barrel for birds.
Fortunately, my parents are helping me maintain my hold on civilization. They sent me a case of really good wine.
Happy birthday to me!