There are times when I wish I had a panoramic camera, so I could capture the complete panoramic views we are often afforded here, in our hillside house.
I also, often wish I had a tape to switch on, for the little gems I hear, when out & about.
The following photos will document the storm we watched develop, build, then erupt, with the aftermath of relative serenity that followed.
So begins the build-up. Deceptive blues, light clouds... a lot like life, really.
Nothing is ever as it seems, is it?
Could that be rain clouds forming? So billowy?
Look West. What a change of face!
My goodness! All is forgiven! The face of forgivness?
As I sit, enthralled to hear the tale drawn out, from the client. Conversation, as the haircut proceeds.
"What do you do?"
"I am a Housepainter"
"Do you do delicate work?"
"No. I have a young girl I employ. She is patient, very neat, careful. She has a baby. She had back pains, a sore back. She went to see her Doctor, who told her she was having a baby!"
"Did she know she was pregnant? Did you know?"
"NO! She is a chubby girl- you know, quite big, so you couldn't see it. She said she had no idea. She was shocked. She had it 2 weeks later!"
"She didn't KNOW?? How can this be? Did you believe her?"
"Well yes, but I dont know whether to believe her or not!"
I can no longer sit quietly. I have to pipe up.
"I beieve her. It is entirely possible"
The men stare at me, in disbelief.
"It is entirely possible."
They both splutter & stumble " But what about?" "Wouldnt the month...?" "Surely there would be .... things?"
I explain to them both, that if the girl is plump, she may not menstruate regularly. Or even at all. I explain that is it entirely possible the girl had no knowledge of her pregnancy.
I am struck at how little men seem to know about women, & their bodily functions.
When recounting the story to a male friend later, he told me "Men don't want to know!" I believe him. Even in this day & age, I believe him.
Further discussion ensues about the fathering of said child. Another, promiscuous, man, Bob, is employed by the House painter. Bob has impregnated 2 other women, neither of them his wife.
The Housepainter asks the girl if 'Bob' is the father of her child?
She laughs in his face, & informs him it is "Some bloke up in North Queensland."
I ponder this after hearing further details of her living arrangements & her studio/house sharing partner. Who is her father.
She had kept the baby.
It never gets boring, going to the hairdresser.
Now I have found one I like, I can relax, & just enjoy the entertainment!
Paul Simon, You Can Call Me Al.