There was just one problem: Heber was largely bald even as a young man. That seemed to imply that if I was going to do this properly, something had to go.
I had intended to get my hairs cut [yes, I'm anticipating your age old joke] before we left for Italy in early September. Here it was mid-October and I still hadn't gotten around to it. My hair was simply unmanageable and it was bugging me no end at night as it bunched up behind my ears. While it wasn't the longest I'd ever let the hairs on the top of my head get, it was definitely the longest I'd gone between haircuts - something like 3 months.
Wouldn't it be nice to just get rid of it all?
I got out my beard trimmer and whacked the whole thing down to a semi-manageable size... and prepared for the worst.
That's why we're hosting this pledge drive! If we receive pledges of at least $1000 by October 30, we will not make Derrill shave his head. And you'll get a free tote bag, paid for out of the funds you donated to us, making your gift of $20 really only a gift of $10 and that's not very efficient is it, but we're smooth and smarmy public radio. Paid for by suckers like you.
Will he do it? Can we show you such carnage? More after the fold:
Yes, we can! And that's why you should support public radio, to prevent atrocities like this one.
Part of me is staring at that face and still feeling smug. Most of the time I don't feel like I've actually done it. It doesn't feel all that different, except that my hair is no longer there to warn me when my head is too close to a wall and I'm about to bonk myself. My smugness took a bit of a beating when my boss told me to keep my hat on, though.
I asked Hyrum the next morning, "Where's Dada's hair?" Without missing a beat, he looked at me, then reached out and grabbed Joy's hair. Mama took it!
So here are Heber, his pioneer wife, and his horse visiting his brother for Halloween. Good times.
The dark side has cookies.
The first question people ask is what Joy thinks. Joy says, "I think Derrill is handsome. I don't think it's that weird to shave your head. I was a little nervous before he did it, but he's still my same wonderful, adorable husband, and I don't know why everyone's having a cow." Aside from my parents - who I haven't freaked out that badly since I can remember - anyone who has dared express an opinion shared a positive one ... including a rather large collection of women from my parents' generation. It's quite interesting. We'll see what happens at my own ward tomorrow morning.
My hair is now growing back and I look forward to having it back.