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| Yesterday I cut my Dad's hair. He has not been to a barber for months. He is afraid of the COVID problem. I cut his hair the first time some months ago and he's been able to toddle around with a cut hairstyle. It's not difficult to do it. Men have no real issues about how they need to look, at least men who are practical. So I asked him if we could order a haircutting kit from eBay and he said fine. He gave me the money to buy it. It arrived. It contained a couple of scissors, one of them was a straightedged on, and one was one for feathering the hair that expert hairdressers use. It had a cape and some combs, and I think that was all it had. We took it out (he had it stashed away) and yesterday I did the haircutting. He was satisfied with what I did to his hair and he looks rather good considering. I saved him a few dollars at the barber. We might keep doing this as long as we can, getting his hair cut, that is. I'm alright with it. I once had the idea of taking lessons in cutting hair and looked up the hair colleges in town. They had a rather high tuition fee and it would make me have to go into debt to do it. Besides that I believe that the class would entail a grant or loan from the government to take the course. I thought I could make my home a hairdresser's place but looking around I'd have no room for it. I'd have to buy a hairdresser's chair with a pump to elevate the chair, and then I'd have to have a way to wash hair in the sink, and then I'd have to well, it's just too much crap and so I decided it was not a good idea to put up a business and before that, train for several months into a year or so at a barber college. It might make me some money but I'm not sure I' want to have strangers in my home to have me cut their hair. There are some hairdressers who rent a booth at a place for hairdressers but that will not do either. I'm scared of going out to the city and being alone for fear I'd be kidnapped. |
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