This Isn't March, Or Is It?

March to me means hot summer which equates to holiday or vacation time. It's town fiestas, graduation, blowouts, school breaks, hence family outings. That had been how it was for as long as I can remember. It changed however these recent years when school summer breaks was pushed to July post pandemic. My brother was lamenting on Friday that it's been so long since we had gone on a summer getaway as a family. "Been 3 years," I said.

The usually warm and hot March is no more this year. Well, at least here in our side of town. Days had become rather odd with sudden temperature changes, freezing ones especially around late afternoon (4 pm) until 10-11 am the next morning. And with just ten days left for the month, it makes me wonder if we will ever get to experience the March we used to know where we are able to use thin bed covers and blankets, wear short shorts and T-shirts day or night.

On most days this month, I've been wearing gloves while on my computer because the cold is quite unbearable. Never done that on a March in the previous years!

Last year's March was a lot warmer. It was actually hot that made me sweat quite a lot. And on the 10th while trying to tie my not-so-long hair, a sudden and crazy plan got into my mind. I then locked the doors, took the clipper, went to the bathroom and chopped my hair off to the shortest possible length.

The husband was shocked when he came home that day. "What did you do to your hair? Oh my... oh my... Are you mad? But it's nice, I like it. I love it!" That was him talking while caressing my nearly bald head.😅

It was the very first time I had my hair that short. And thanks to that madness, I found out I can actually cut my own hair, lol! Well, except that the husband had to run the clipper again on my head to even out the length and to rid the strands that I have missed.

_{This collage was made on the same day of the haircut.}

Three days later, the husband felt envious that he had his lengthy locks cut short too. I was pleased because I didn't really like his hair and beard being long. They made him look like an old hermit who never cleans after himself.😂 He had grown them during the lockdowns but thanks to the summer March heat, he chopped them off.

Perhaps seasons are changing every where? And maybe (just maybe) our real summery weather will come in April or May?

That we shall see...

Until then, we won't be ditching our thick comforters or our jackets just yet.

This is my March Madness entry for the BoM prompt. I was to write about the time when my sister's apartment caught fire while we were at the beach but on scrolling my phone gallery for photos this morning, the hair cut popped.😁