Today, daughter Elizabeth cut my hair. No, she doesn’t know how to cut hair, but two YouTube videos gave her a few tips. I helped by urging her to make that first three inch cut.
“It’s really short!” she said.
“No problem,” I replied. “Anything you do will be better than this helmet I currently have.”
An hour later and after much careful snipping, Liz produced quite a presentable haircut. I feel very happy. The helmet is gone and my head feels lighter. What joy!
Thank you, Liz, for my orange grove haircut. You may have a whole new career ahead of you.


She did aa eally good job. My daughter was tentative when she tried to cut mine and really didn’t make much difference in my straggly look. Since them my stylist has come to the cottage to cut it. It’s a good feeling, isn’t it?
Thanks, Judy. She was nervous but I just said, “Take it off!” Turned out better than I expected.
Great job, Elizabeth. You look cuter than ever, Len! From helmet to happy – way to go.