my head + someone elses’s fingers = paradise

there is nothing like having someone else rub your head, or brush your hair, or wash your hair. i rub doc’s head a lot because of his headaches, and i just love it when he does it to me in return. unfortunately my hair is so thick and tangly i fear that it’s difficult to effectively run his fingers through it, which may make for a less effective head-rubbing session (yet another reason to shave my head and acquire new hair!). my favorite part of getting a haircut is the all-too-brief shampoo phase. frankly, i’d pay extra for another 5 minutes of lathering. it’s luxury!

last night something popped into my head that i hadn’t thought of in years. i was thinking of brittney with her sprained arm that she’s not supposed to move, and how it must be difficult do to simple things like washing her hair. then i thought that it would be easier to wash her hair in the sink than in the shower, and easier still to have someone else wash it in the sink for her. which made me remember how mom used to wash my hair in the sink.

i don’t remember why she would do that, rather than me just doing it myself in the shower or bathtub, but maybe this was when i was too young to do it myself. she would spread a bath towel on the kitchen counter, and i would climb up there and lay down with my neck hanging off the curve of the stainless steel of the sink. i can still remember the distinctive smell of the stainless steel, warm water, and shampoo mingled together

i have not thought about that in years. it’s funny how smells are sometimes the things we remember best, and very often the triggers for long-buried memories.