Gail's Hairport in North Mankato, while Ethel gets her hair done.
Playing every weekend this summer and being busy at work and taking care of a big old house and nursing a sick Harry cat back to health (he's fine now) have worn me out. And Ethel, my tiny little feisty 93-year-old neighbor took a bad fall last weekend and needs extra love and care right now. I've been so worried about her.
And I've been tired. Too tired to think. So I took Thursday and Friday of this week off so I could have a nice long Labor Day weekend. To rest, relax, sleep late. To get some good writing time in. To let the vacuum rest for a few days. To maybe give zucchini bread another try. To gorge myself on more of Dad's tomatoes.
Glad I had the day off, because Ethel needed someone to take her to her hair appointment. Gail's Hairport is cozy, air conditioned, quiet and smells like shampoo, hairspray and all sorts of good beauty stuff. Perfect for plugging in the laptop and making some edits (suggested by my super-smart and talented writer and editor friend Ann Rosenquist Fee) on an essay I'll be submitting for publication this weekend. Gail's fast - Ethel got a wash, roller set and comb-out in less than an hour. But it was just enough time for me to get in the writing mode.
While Ethel was under the hairdryer, I tried to talk Gail into having me ghost write a tell-all book filled with juicy stories she's heard while doing hair for the past 30 years. We think it'll be a best seller...in lower North Mankato. Though neither of us would probably ever work in this town again after it came out.
Where are some of the unique places you've found to write / be creative? I think I might try the bowling alley next...