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January 25, 2004 ~ Shorn
Sunday.
We had four inches of snow today, I watched children sledding and snowboarding in the back field, Morgan and I took a walk in it, and it's looking as if I won't have work tomorrow, but as beautiful and appreciated as the snowfall was, I can't write about it. Another event has eclipsed it. This evening, Morgan had me shave off all of his hair.
Yes, Morgan with his longer than shoulder-length curly brown hair, which he has had since well before I met him, most of his teenage years and all of his adult life, is now completely bald, and I'm more than a little disturbed.
After I finished with the razor, I felt like I'd murdered someone, something.
Don't say, "Oh, quit exaggerating." Don't say, "It's just hair, Melissa." Don't say, "Don't be so superficial."
That long hair has always been a part of Morgan, to me, an essential representation of himself. Romantic, intellectual, liberal, unconventional Morgan.
He still is all of those things, of course, but... This new bald look just doesn't look like him.
This isn't a random lark; he's been pushing around the idea for quite a while. He's been balding for the last several years, and he was getting really tired of the thinning spots on top. He wanted to completely shave it off and start over, see what his hair looks like at several lengths, starting with bald. I've never found shaven hair attractive, personally, long hair has always been my preference, but I've always felt that his decisions on his appearance shouldn't be dictated by my tastes. Hence, the nose-ring. And now, a shaven head.
This is going to take me a while to get used to:
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