By now, most folks around here have seen the result of my last hair cut. Usually, when people ask if I got a haircut, I say, “No, I got them all cut.” However, this past experience was a dramatic testimony to that.

We were on the back porch, and I had told Caro that I wanted my hair “short” on the sides. It was almost two weeks ago. The day was hinting at spring, and as she began with the clippers, I became mesmerized by looking at the leaf buds on all the trees. Our back yard is going to take an army of volunteers (and unwilling children) to rake. Pine straw lies several inches deep. That will be good for one full-blown sinus infection the week following that chore.

Caro moved to the top of my head with no real pause from clipping my sides. My brain nudged my musings into caution mode. “Something… not… quite… right…” it hinted.

“Bzzzzzzz.”

“Oh…,” she said, and then the words, “well, you’ve been saying you wanted to cut your hair off…” Those were immediately followed by hysterical laughter.

I began feeling a mite uncomfortable, wondering just what in the heck had gone on up there above my eyebrows. Of course, there’s no mirror on the back porch. After much discussion, with me assuring her that she could remain my wife and I, as a man of grace and forgiveness, would harbor no ill will – that I would entertain no thoughts of getting her back while she’s sleeping, she continued with the “hair cut.”

Now, I’ve been thinning in the past 5 years. I attribute most of that to church planting and kids under 10. However, I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer volume of hair now blowing around the porch floor in wind eddies. In spite of the my lack of sight at the mishap above, I felt a strange boost of masculinity, just knowing that my cranium could still generate sheer hair volume.

After a few more minutes, I brushed off and headed inside. As I looked incredulously at my new do in the mirror, I was disturbed to notice that I could see distinct reflections of the light bulbs from the overhead light in my scalp. Of course, if you turn the lights off, it looks as if I had much more hair, and the new do actually looks really good in dimness. Hello, night life.

Nowadays, with things growing back (thank goodness my follicles still have the strength to grow) I am enjoying the short hair. There are a couple of patches on the top of my head that seem to have stubbornly resisted losing their supporting cast. The result is darkened patches, or spots, on my head. I think they are wisdom marks.

With all that said, Caro really is a good hair cutter normally. I have a sneaking suspicion that the latest was no accident. So, I’m watching my Ps and Qs around here. And, she’s begun sleeping with one eye open…

On this day...