Haircut. Please.

This morning when Mari realized how my hair looked, she started laughing and saying, “hidoi! (terrible!)” Isn’t that so. A combination of too long and balding.

My hair’s usual length is half-an-inch. I’ve saved hundreds of dollars over the past 4 years by cutting it myself. I didn’t bring my clippers to Japan because I ran out of space in my luggage.

I’ve been shy about going out for a cut because of the language gap. Mari heard about a $10 place where I can bring a photo, but we haven’t had a chance to go there yet. The other day she met a freelance haircutter who said she could come to our house and do both of us. It rained on the scheduled day, so the freelancer had to cancel, and now she’s travelling.

Add to my to-do list under “important.”