Ottawa

I have just finished my last reading here in Ottawa and am waiting in the lobby of the hotel for Natalie to pick me up and drive me to the airport. 

I had a very nice day today, peaceful. 

Which I know is a strange thing to say, seeing as how it involved the morning shower, which now includes a blow-dry because it is really not a wise idea to do my usual drip-dry approach with this new haircut.  And yes, sigh, I got wheedled into trying yet a new hairdo the day before I left.  Not only that but I guess the poor woman must have had quite a shock when I walked my unkempt self into her salon because not only did she refuse to help me find a graceful way to grow out my hair, but she also, decided my eyebrows couldn’t not be seen leaving her salon and ripped half of them out. 

I have to say, I was quite surprised.  I’ve never had anyone do that. 

But that wasn’t all, after my eyes were half blinded with tears from all of her zealous yanking… she grabbed a spool of thread and bit off a long piece and twisted it around itself somehow and started rolling it all over my face! 

It hurt! 

“Um… what are you doing?“  I inquired politely as one can under such circumstance.

“Threading,“ she muttered as best she could because part of this thread torture device she had devised was clenched between her teeth. 

Now, I didn’t know what to do, but she told me that it was a beauty technique that had been used for thousands of years and that Oprah and Jennifer Lopez swear by it, and I don’t know, she was so happy about trying to beautify me, that I pretended I was really happy to have it done, even though it hurt like hell.

Hmm… I’ve just gone on a unexpected journey.  I was going to say that it was a very busy day, with three library visits and taxis and huge piles of snow and slush to wade through, but it was peaceful too.  I met really nice people and read and talked with really great kids and now here I am, all done.

Oop!  I just got a call from Natalie, she is stuck at the hospital with her daughter.  I have to fly.  Find a taxi and make my way to the airport.  Bye!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, November 25, 2008 in Chewing the Fat