My cellphone has been slowly deteriorating. The hinge has been particularly stiff, and over the last couple of days, I’ve gotten the “Check SIM” message a couple of times. It’s been clear that the phone was on its way out.
So I decided to get a new phone. I did my research first. I don’t like buying electronics without reading a little of Consumer Reports and a little bit of user reviews. I had said that I wanted to get a cellphone that was just a phone. The Pantech Breeze fit the bill, but it only came in white, and I just didn’t want a white phone. I guess when it comes down to it, what the phone looks like is important to me. So I considered some other phones as well.
After spending a long time in the store looking at phones and fiddling with them, I ended up getting a Motorola Razr V9. It is the descendant of my old phone, so it has a familiar layout. Plus I like how it looks. Ironically, has almost every bell and whistle available to cellphones. All I wanted was a phone. I’ve kept my stripped-down phone plan, so there will be no streaming video or music for me. Also, no GPS navigation or web access. But I did finally add texting to my plan, so at last I will stop paying 20 cents per text.

Since I got a haircut last night, I tried to take a picture of the phone next to my head. None of them came out very well, but at least this one shows the full-sized screen that’s located on the outside of my phone. If I used any of the non-phone features of this phone, this outside screen would be useful. For me, it’s just a clock.

I went to Home Depot yesterday, and while I was there I noticed a peculiar sign. I don’t remember seeing this before, so I took a picture. Maybe it’s old news to other people, but I found it quite shocking:

Since I’m posting racy pictures already, here’s a picture of my nearly-naked head. I got a haircut yesterday.

I’ve really gone a long time between haircuts this time. It’s because Ken, my regular haircut guy, has moved to a new location. He’s gone from the Hair Cuttery to Bubbles. It’s in the same mall, but costs twice as much. I really liked the haircuts Ken gave me, but not enough to pay $25 for them. Goodbye, Ken.
Yesterday I got Denis to cut my hair. He’s pretty good with a clippers. And I don’t have to pay him $25. He did eat a cheese roll though.
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Yesterday morning I decided to get rid of the roses that fence in my back yard. They’re stunning for two or three weeks in the spring, then look like scraggly dead sticks the rest of the year. Besides that, I dug the pond so close to them that it made it hard to get to the electric meter, and if there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s an angry electric meter reader.
Cutting the rose buses out went pretty well. I bundled the clippings as I went so the stupid people at the dump wouldn’t turn me away. Digging up the roots was hard work, but not as hard as I thought. Now I just have to figure out what to replace them with. I’m thinking Upright Yews.
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Getting into the dump was not easy. The first time I went, I was turned away and told to come back in an hour. (That happens every other time I go.) When I came back, there was a huge line filled with people who had been told to come back in an hour. Fortunately, I was able to get rid of the rose clippings anyway.

I celebrated my victory with a haircut. I left the top a little longer this time. But I don’t think I’ll be growing it crazy-long again.
