Caity and Hunter left for home this morning. Joe and I really enjoyed having them here—we had great conversations about their work and interests. It was refreshing to have young, positive energy in the house these past few days. We’re already looking forward to their next visit.
I got up early to see them off and to make a call to the Minnesota Department of Labor and Industry. We had received an email saying an electrical permit would expire on September 3, 2025, and we still needed a final inspection on the radon system work from last year.
Luckily, the inspector was able to come by around 10:15 a.m. and sign off on the project. The contractor should have arranged for that final inspection but forgot. I’m grateful the state notified us—otherwise, we wouldn’t have known it was still open.
On a totally different note, my hair had started driving me crazy a few weeks ago. When that happens, I know it’s time for a cut. I decided to try someone new this time—our neighbor’s daughter-in-law, Mary. Today was my appointment, and I absolutely loved both the haircut and Mary herself.
I’m either the easiest client or a hairdresser’s worst nightmare. I want something simple that I can brush and let air-dry. No blow-drying, curling irons, or anything fussy. I’ll use some product and give it a quick scrunch, but that’s about it. I honestly admire anyone who blow-dries their hair every morning—I just don’t have that kind of patience!
Mary was a delight. She asked questions about my family and was just as happy as I am that we live on Butternut Lane. She clearly loves her in-laws (as do we—they’re a fabulous family), and we had such a nice chat while she worked. She’s the mother of two little girls. Her first daughter, heartbreakingly, died just before birth and is now in heaven. Her second daughter will turn one in a few months. Mary is one of twelve siblings—number five, which she described as "the youngest of the older kids and the oldest of the younger ones." I loved learning a bit about her life.
She also tidied up my eyebrows and waxed my face, so I no longer look like I’m auditioning for the next Planet of the Apes sequel. I feel like a whole new me!
Mary has been cutting hair for four years and even manages the salon, according to the website. When I left, it felt like I’d known her forever. She radiates such warm, vibrant energy. Given the loss she’s experienced, I’m in awe of how grounded and joyful she is. I imagine her faith helps her find peace, trusting that her daughter is in heaven with loved ones who came before.
All in all, I feel so lucky to have crossed paths with Mary today—and grateful for a haircut I genuinely love.
The results:
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