Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I just finished getting a haircut.  Of course my barber is my wife.  I honestly cannot remember how long she has been cutting my hair.  I do have memories from what seems like ancient times when I had Jae Winkler from the 10th Ward (in Sandy) cut my hair.  That goes way back to before my mission because I remember that just before I left for my mission in 1965 he gave me a haircut and did not charge me.  I think that I went to him some after my mission, but not for long.  Then I went to a barber at 106th South and 700 East for a time, and there have been others in 65 years.  (And in Australia for the 2 years 1965 to 1967.) But I believe that now Sheila has been cutting my hair longer then she has not been cutting it, if you know what I mean.  I remember that it started because we wanted to save money.  The one time investment for the equipment has been repaid many times over and that is still a good reason to this day.  But I like it when she is cutting away and leaning on me and fussing over me.  She doesn't believe that she does a good job.  I believe that she does, but  it's the experience with her that fun for me.  She has nipped me a couple of times, but I have learned not to react even though it rarely happens anymore.  It is quite relaxing for me, and it does keep me from getting too shaggy.  I have fun when my wife cuts my hair!  She is such a good sport to keep humoring me that way.

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