That’s normally what I tell my barber as I sit down in his chair.
Given the continually decreasing amount of hair that still obscures my scalp from view, it probably won’t be long until I switch to a crew cut. I don’t have any appreciation for hairstyles that require gels, spay, mousses, or time spent with a mirror, brush, and comb. My hair has always defied style. It is fine, oily, and disobedient.
I grew up in the Wild Root Crème Oil/Brylcreme/Butch Wax era when hair was held in place by layers of grease and/or wax. It was actually some relief when the weekly buzz cut for soldiers was the standard of appearance. Those creams and waxes were expensive and could ruin clothing in minutes.
When I worked behind a microscope, I found that I needed a haircut when my hair began showing up in the ocular fields. Now, it is age that determines how I wear my hair and, to a degree, when I have it cut.
The lawn is in need of mowing again. It is hot and humid today, and there is a lot of trimmer work that should be done. It would be great if I could walk into the house and say, “shorten it up all around!”