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As those who know me or read MMG exceptionally closely know, I have long hair. Recently it had gotten down to my waist; its weight was enough to be annoying; I was frequently lying on it in bed.

It was time to get it cut.

Locks of Love is a charity that accepts donations of hair to make wigs to donate to children undergoing chemotherapy; the minimum donation they accept is 10”. I did this once before, a few years ago, and had to spend several minutes in a a cheap haircut place trying to explain the concept to a hair cutter who was less than fluent in English. And had to pay for a few minutes’ work: cutting along the line and neatening the remains. And had to pay to mail it in. This time I thought it’d be less bother to make the trip to Concord to the only place in the Bay Area that does Locks of Love haircuts for free . No explanation; it was free; they mailed it in; easy!

Ten inches doesn’t sound like much relative to waist-length hair, but it is. There’s scarcely enough left to seem worth braiding. To play with my hair, I have to reach all the way up to my shoulder. The first time I brushed it out, the stroke ended so soon, the brush flew out of my hand. Then I did it again.

Ah well. In another 18 months or so, it’ll be back to normal.