my hair is cut.... all of them

note: kings update. i love any missionary letter that has this great line: 'there is no milk without some manure'.  ( i also have a nordlands update that i'm late on - sorry, i have to transcribe it)

lovers of long hair, get ready to cry.  i cut my hair.
actually i didn't cut it some random girl named kaelyn cut it and i tipped her very heavily considering the pressure that was thrown on her suddenly.

i had to.  it was time.  i had cut my hair twice in three years.
i was getting an absalom complex.... i kept getting caught on things.
i avoided mules, great oak trees, and people named joab like the plague.

yesterday i had a whim and went to work and i set about contacting a salon in town i had seen while walking:
'hello ....... do you have a walk in for a hair cut tomorrow or today?'
(back and forth scheduling talk)
'yes, just a hair cut.  about twelve inches of hair'
'great, see you at 4:15'

so i showed up and a sweet girl did a great job cutting off 80% of the hair of a perfect stranger.
the end.