When you reach my age…you do what you can only do. For example, I went to the same barber for nigh unto fifty years. He closed his shop and does one day a week in some hotel outside of Philadelphia. I will not drive too far a distance from home. One of the ladies that worked with him did both male and female hair and also pedicures. She now free lances and will visit customer's homes. I called her this morning and made arrangements to come to my home and give me a haircut. This will be her second visit tomorrow at 2:00 PM. Saves me and my bum knees from struggling to go to a new barber and maybe a bad haircut. My beautiful crazy cat Johnnie II will hide until she's finished the job and has gone from the premises. Johnnie II runs and hides whenever the door bell rings or she hears any footsteps on the steps leading to the front door. But, when she hears the garage door opening…she'll run down to the ground floor to greet me. Go figure! Funny, she needs me…just as much…as I need her company and comfort in my old age.