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As soon as we sat down the rain began to pour from the sky, adding to the record monthly rainfall (for any recorded month) for the area. So, we waited out the rain. It was rather nice, because the two of us just had to slow way down, be in the company of one another, and wait. When the rain mostly died down, after about half an hour, we started wandering back home. We passed the barbershop that I frequent and there were no other customers. That meant an unexpected visit to the barber. The child read books and waited patiently while my hair was cut.
After the haircut, the child and I wandered home, out of the cold and back into the warmth of our home for lunch and naps.
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An aside: the barbershop I go to is owned by two brothers, one of whom lives half a block from me. The one who is my neighbor is also an artist who has created a website of stories for children called Fletcher Hill. (Check it out!) If he cuts my hair then the two of us oftentimes end up discussing his website and any changes that have occurred since he last cut my hair. This time the other brother cut my hair.
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