Hair

Surprise self by going to the pool this morning. Swim vigorously, and win race against woman in my lane (don't think she knows we are racing). Emerge from pool feeling like Venus being born, (except a man, and excessivly hungry--Venus looks like she ate plenty of the fish while underwater). Get dressed. Check out hair in mirror. Feel that chlorine and current hair products have undergone the fabled chemical wedding. Am very pleased. Walk outside. Air--which has the sticky and slow moving qualities of molasses--takes away appetite. Arrive at office and am unpleasantly surprised by the appearance of the Vice-Boss. She has new blonde highlighs and is very tanned. Also appears to have whitened teeth, which glow. Ask, How is Amagansett? Horrible, overrun. We are going to rent out the house and go to the sounth of france next year. We could have our office retreat in Antibes instead of Amagansett. She laughs in a lying way. The contessa pretends to do work. She is not going to be dragged into this conversation. Through no fault of my own, eyes keep slinking toward Vice-boss's hair, which looks very unnatural. Would like to tell her that she is a brunette (roots very dark), and would look much better with natural brown color, but think that she wouldn't take it well. She goes into her office. Continue thinking about hair. Thoughts turn to WB show Summerland (watched show last night, and though felt life and intelligence trickling away, unable to permenantly change channel). Propose theory to the Contessa: when the 7th Heaven people finish filming for the season, the hairdresses move over to Summerland set. On both shows the hairstylists make similar bad choices for the actors. Case in point, Simon from the 7th Heaven and Brendin from Summerland. Or Lucy vs. Suzannah. Very sad day when Francie is stripped of her powers and made to look like a Camden. The Contessa says, yes, exactly, everyone's hair looks very clumpy. Or too hairsprayed. Like to think own hair clumpy in a good way but to go the bathroom and discover that this is not the case. Immediately call up hairdresser friend Dave to make appointment. (Have no fear of phone when Vanity becomes involved.) While waiting for Dave to come to the phone, tell self sternly the fate of the world does not depend on the state of hair. Disagree strongly with self, argue that one must try to look His Best for the sake of Others. Reject thought as conceited. Dave gets on the phone, ending debate. Give Dave frantic description of state of hair. Dave very understanding and is able to fit me in late tomorrow.