Preliminary magnitude 7.3 near Sandpoint on the Alaskan peninsula. No, we didn’t feel it, too far away.
Issues a tsunami warning for Kodiak and south. We are safe and sound.
I’ve been cutting my kid’s hair since moving here a decade ago. Mostly due to necessity and hair cuts being expensive. Over the years I’ve cut many interesting hairdos, some by request and others by accident. Sorry about that kiddos.
I remember when Thing 2 asked for a mohawk. Okay, I can do that… Check it here. Recently, well the past couple of years or so, he’s moved into a more 80’s redneck style or as we like to say around here, a Northroader look, with a mullet.
He’s gone to the barber a few times of late, like before prom. He asked me to cut his hair last weekend. Just the top and sides tho, trim the back a little.
I obliged. The moment was not lost on me. He turns 18 next month and he’s getting ready to move back to Kansas to be with his Dad and find his niche in life. I pondered as I snipped the curls around his temples that this could possibly be the last time I’ll ever cut his hair.
Bittersweet.
Grown up already.
Where did my little boy go?
Alaska on my mind... 