into the Oddball Society. Wednesday was my first day to be loosed on the public since I broke my wrist. I have been wanting my hair cut. Even before I broke my wrist I wanted my hair gone, but washing hair one-handed is difficult so it became more urgent. I decide to take myself into Mound for a cut. The salon has lovely, stylish young women working there. My pretty, young stylist had elaborate body art (tattoos), stylish hair and dress. I, inadvertently, arrived in my slippers. Add this to my current broken wrist look; big tee shirts, sans undergarment, and loose sweatpants. Not an eye was batted, I was, seemingly, perfectly normal. Perhaps the cast encased arm in a sling aided me in my crazy oddball look being seen as so ordinary. I did not know I was wearing slippers until I got home and took off my 'shoes'. Fortunately I didn't have my pajamas and robe on as well.
Of course my current footware is not much better! But they do work for a one-handed person and are considered shoes, of a sort. It's good to be official.