This Thursday Evening

Almost every Thursday night since we returned to Kherson in January, a couple of women have been coming over for conversation and dinner. It started out as talking about Sunday School and what we are going to do, but has evolved into a real time of fellowship. Yes, we still talk about Sunday School, but one of the women, Lyena, has about a zillion questions for Mel. Valentina is our translator, but she joins in on asking questions and even making comments in reply to questions. I greatly enjoy this time of more one on one.

Tonight while we were talking after the meal (homemade chicken noodle soup, blueberry muffins and cheese stuffed celery sticks), I got a skype call. Since no one calls me but my daughter (and grandkids!), I immediately came in here and answered. While I was talking to Stirling, saying hi, I unplugged the computer, grabbed the external modem and hauled the whole shebang out into the livingroom so Lyena and Valentina could "meet" our grandkids.

Imagine my shock, when the pictures came into better focus and I realized that not only did Stirling have less hair than the last time I saw him on skype, he only had less hair on the sides. The top was still just as long as ever.

My darling grandson decided to cut his own hair and gave himself the beginning of a MOHAWK haircut! I guess either mama or papa finished it. I'll try and get a photo later to add to this post. Oh my.

Valentina and Lyena did say hello, waved and spoke to him in Russian and English. Also to Eithnee, who had to be part of the conversation, too, of course! But I think Valentina was more than a little bit scandalized by the haircut. :-) :-) She asked what the school was going to say and do about it and when I said, "nothing" she was very surprised. I assured her that if the school did complain, he'd just get his head totally shaved.

Oh my. My grandson, at age 6.5 years old, has a mohawk. What will he have at 16.5??