Ten years ago, almost to the day, the Crone had a bad accident in her back yard. It involved a fish pond, a retaining wall, a garden candle, high heels, a broken nose, a gashed forehead, a cerebral spinal fluid leak, surgery, more than a week in the hospital, and a lot of time off work. The incident, which could easily have resulted in death by drowning, burning or meningitis, actually left the Crone with only a dodgy sinus and a scar where Harry Potter has his. The Crone was reminded how lucky she’d been last week at the hairdressers. Oh, not because a trim exposed the jagged line usually hidden by her bangs or fringe (this blog has global reach–luckily the Crone can write in two languages) but because her hairdresser, the fabulous Beth from Fiddleheads had had a similarly narrow squeak in an accident in her back yard.
Beth was taking out the trash and tripped on a piece of wood lying across her back steps. She fell down the steps and would have canoned into the concrete, risking a broken neck or a fractured skull had she not caught the thumb on her right hand in a wrought-iron gate on the way down. The tangle with the gate mangled Beth’s thumb, cutting it clean off— but it probably saved her life.
The Crone caught Beth on her first week back at work, after 8 weeks of recovery. Now think about it: Beth is a hairdresser and right-handed and of course you hold scissors with your thumb and forefinger. Beth cut the Crone’s hair using her left hand, the way she will have to work from now on. She did a great job. The Crone is relieved that Beth is ok, and that her livelihood won’t suffer. She is also massively impressed how adaptable and positive DC’s finest hairdresser has turned out to be.