Haiku 21+ in These titles mean nothing.

Meter reading day
Fill the circles with numbers
Mail to the co-op

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The twenty-first was the day to read the electric meter on the post by the garage. For many years the card would come each month. You looked for it in the mail. Like Daisy in Gatsby waiting for the longest day of the year - by coincidence the 21st of June - you waited for the day to read the meter. It wasn’t my job but I was aware of it.

At some point instead of sending out a card each month, the co-op sent a whole year’s worth at once. They would be stapled together and they would be kept in the crack above the cellarway door, visible for each month. If you forgot to mail it in, they would estimate your usage. If you forgot two months running, they would send someone out to read your meter.

Then several years ago, the co-op installed new meters that would automatically report your usage so there was no need for anyone to read the meter.

But.

The twenty-first is still meter reading day.

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i need to cut my hair. It’s getting long and stringy. It tangled easily and is a pain to brush or comb out. When I went looking for a picture for yesterday’s entry I found pictures I’d taken of myself the last time I cut my hair. Since I took the pic, it was a flattering one. I think I took it with a web cam which is a generally flattering camera. One side was longer than the other. I never bothered to try and fix it.

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Edit
That picture is several years old. It was the LAST time I cut my hair. I looked in good old Photobucket for a date when it was posted but couldn’t find it. It looks like winter. I think I’m wearing the same sweatshirt today.

Last updated January 22, 2016