September and change

Necessity is the mother of invention

Hello everyone,

September 11 th,

a beautiful cool morning,

just like the one,

20 years ago.

Hard to believe,

it was 20 years ago.

So many things,

have changed,

we lost much of,

our innocence,

that day,

there is less trust in the world,

and that is a bad thing.

RIP to all those who perished,

on that day,

we will never forget.


September has long been,

my favourite month,

the weather is nice,

but cooler,

and as a child,

an only child,

September meant school,

school is big to an only child.

As I have gotten older,

the weather is still a big,


I love my Fall layers,

walking in the park,

by the river,

more pleasant,

in the cooler air.

Can’t wait to cuddle my girl,

in the cool of September.

It is also a hard month,

for more than one reason.

But, life goes on,

we grow,

we live,

we must.

Yesterday, I trimmed my hair,

I have been cutting,

my own hair since,

March 2020.

Our Premier closed,

the barbershops and hairdessers,

and I took the cat’s trimmer,

to my hair.

I have done it dozens of times,


My hair grows quickly,

I have discovered a fondness,

for wearing it extra short.

I used to go once a month,

to the hairdresser’s,

she’s a nice woman,

hard working,

small business owner,

salt of the earth.

She was my hairdresser for 15 years,

I could never bring myself to change.

The pandemic forced me to either,

have long unruly hair,

which I dislike,


or to invest in a clipper,

obviously the cat clipper was temporary,

so I bought a clipper,

two actually,

and with the money I spent,

on a brush, clippers etc,

I still figure I have saved 350 dollars,

or more adequately I have spent it elsewhere.

The objective wasn’t to save money,

it was to cut my hair,

groom it and care for it,

in every way.

I quite like doing it,

very zen activity,

the buzz of the clipper,

music playing as I do it.

I have also discovered,

that I was never truly,

satisfied with my haircut,

and now if I am dissatified,

I try to fix it,

I am accountable,

to me,

it’s just hair,

it grows back,

but, I like it just so.

September makes me happy,

September makes me sad,

September evokes memories,

September is about change,

I used to fear change,

I no longer do,

I don’t always spontaneously,

embrace it,

but, I know it is inevitable,

and ultimately from change,

comes growth.

Have a great weekend friends.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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