Wednesday 18th February

It’s amazing how things that happen around us affect us, sometimes without us even knowing it. We get involved in the more immediate things about real life – interacting with people, producing things that may need to find an audience, driving around, ‘delivering the goods’ – and yet, somewhere inside, often there is a whole other range of emotions and stresses going on, of which we are often not aware.

Such is the role of the subconscious, I suppose

Today was HOT (again – heatwave conditions seem to prevail) and it was just a day of running around fetching and carrying. Even with aircon, the sun seemed to win.

On days like these, having no hair is actually really a bonus!

My hair is remarkably long – well, relatively. I now no longer have white fluff covering my head. It is growing quite rapidly and is coming out dark with the white, so it looks as though I have a kind of greying helmet, or something. At least, that’s what it seems J

Having hair again, though, is interesting. I am still aware of the sun and the temperature on my head, but definitely not quite so much as when I was clean-shaven. I think this is a bit of a false sense of security, as there is definitely not enough hair yet to protect my scalp completely. It struck me, though, that I was quite happily walking around without a bandanna or hat or anything.

I did put my hat on when I went to watch Michael’s cricket, though. That was definitely way too much sun for any scalp to have to endure!

I think it’s also what one gets used to, though. Since I shaved my head, I have been certain that wearing a bandanna (or something) is for me and my comfort. I have not purposefully covered my head just to make others feel better, or anything. Hell, I went to the Nelson Mandela Theatre uncovered – and walked around Knysna similarly clad, well, on my head.

Now, I don’t even register at times that I have very little hair.

It could be a case of something like ‘familiarity breeds comfort’ J

And, at times of stress, it is definitely in the familiar that we find support and, often, the strength to work through those little things our subconscious just cannot let go of.