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haircut.

15 Sep
Seriously, you’re thinking.  Lindsay is going to blog about her haircut?  This blog sure has gone downhill …
Yes.  I am blogging about my haircut.  I went to a new place today to get a trim, a place on Snelling recommended to me by one Jenna G.  I called, found a time that worked, and my appointment was set.  Wednesday at 9:45.  With Brent.
I honestly can’t think of a time in my life when I went to get my hair cut and there was a male working.  I’ve never seen a guy working in a hair salon, let alone cutting my hair.  I was skeptical.  It’s not that I have a problem with it in general.  As a woman in a historically male vocation, I take no issue with crossing gender lines to pursue a career in an area that is typically associated with the opposite sex.  But … still.  
At 9:45 this morning I went and I left smitten.  Not smitten in the romantic sense of the word but in a different way.  I always hate the awkward small talk between the one cutting the hair and the one whose hair is being cut.  The person I went to in Stillwater was notorious for asking me if I had a boyfriend.  Um, none of your business?  Brent and I had awkward small talk for a while … until we got the conversation going.
He found out I’m a seminary student studying to be a pastor.  That can be a tricky addition to a conversation, never quite knowing how the other will react.  There was a pause in the conversation.  Then Brent said, “Well, if you want someone else to pray for …” and continued to tell me how that morning he had found out that his dad needed open heart surgery.  Like soon.  Like this week.  How Brent would be leaving work this day and booking a flight to fly home to Arkansas.  How scary it was.  How his parents had sent him to a drug and alcohol treatment facility in MN when he was in high school and he’d never really returned home after that.  (He said the hair cutting and styling opportunities are very limited in Arkansas.  Not too much for creativity.)  
I feel like we somehow connected on a deeper level.  I will be praying for his dad and for his family and hope that when I return for another haircut in six weeks, I’ll hear from him that everything went well and was successful.  On a lighter note, Brent was also awesome at giving me tips to manage my unruly curls.  (At the very beginning, when I sat down so we could talk about what I wanted him to do, he was feeling out my curls and said, “It seems your hair tends to go big.  Does that bother you?”  I said no.  I like it big.)  
One Lindsay stereotype overcome – men can be hair stylists and I’m okay with them being mine.  I like Brent lots.  Like I said, I’m smitten.  (But, to clarify, smitten strictly in a hair stylist sort of way.  Whatever that means.)

gnome, gnome in Dawson.

6 Sep
To the tune of Home on the Range, this ditty was sung for me during coffee hour on my last Sunday.  I’m not sure who to credit as the author … ?  And not sure about the lawnmower verse?  Check out the link for the embarrassing explanation!

Home, home in Dawson
Where under bridges gnomes play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the snow can blow all day.

Gnome, gnome in Dawson
Where Intern Lindsay’s at Grace
Where she’s learned a lot
And become a part
Of the work in God’s holy place.

Gnome, gnome in Dawson
Where Lindsay teaches the kids
They all have great fun
And when they are done
They’ve learned a lot about God.

Gnome, gnome in Dawson
Where a blind girl drives a lawnmower
She drives to the right
And my, what a sight!
She goes in circles some more.

Gnome, gnome in Dawson
It’s time for Lindsay to part
May you enjoy your next year
And with a big tear
We send you love from our heart.

Ode to the Intern.

3 Sep

Part of my creative and heartfelt send-off on Sunday at Grace – this ode was written and shared during coffee hour by Chris, the coolest organist I know.
From Edgerton to teachers school to seminary afar
To Dawson and Gnome Town, down Chestnut Street by car
Through the sanctuary, down the hallway, to the basement office; treated like a star.
Farewell to our intern at Grace.

Rally Sunday, Reformation, Confirmation Services in tow
All Saints Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmases in the snow
Through Lent and through Easter, and in summer services your care you show.
Farewell to our intern at Grace.

Making health kits for the needy and involving us all
VBS and creation camp – the kids have a ball
Lets not forget sharing family – Aunt Peggy most of all.
Farewell to our intern at Grace.

To another year of school we must send you right away
Papers and tests and professors every day
We certainly hope you don’t turn prematurely gray.
Farewell to our intern at Grace.

So go with God; his strength he’ll provide
His path he’s laid out for you, it will be quite the ride!
And anytime you need it, your friends will be here with arms open wide.
Farewell to our intern at Grace.

laughing.

6 Aug
I was reminded of the gift of laughter this week. The power of the belly laugh. The freeing feeling of a giggle. That laugh when you have absolutely no control, tears start forming, and you sound positively ridiculous. I spent time with a new friend a few nights this week and laughing was a staple of the evenings together. At one point, I remember thinking how absolutely hideous we both sounded but that was the best part! Even better – neither of us was able to stop. Watching a movie in some sort of mysterious fast-forward mode when the characters sound like munchkins will do that to you. I have not laughed so hard in a long while. I feel wonderful today; I think the laughing is to thank.

skiing part two.

28 Feb

Cross-country style.  
It was family fun ski day for Grace this afternoon.  I woke up super excited about the outing this morning.  A group of over fifty of us caravanned an hour and a half northeast to Andes Tower Hills.  Most of the participants, adults and children alike, opted for the downhill version of skiing, while four of us decided to hit the cross-country trails.  It was the perfect afternoon for skiing … sunny, warm, and delightful.
Two of my coworkers, Karen and Tammy, along with Julie, a congregation member, and I made our way to the trails.  It was a great adventure.  We all fell down a few times and had many good laughs.  We stuck to the easy trails but still found one hill we couldn’t conquer while traveling forward on our skis.  Sideways we went.
Alongside the hour and a half on the trails, other highlights of the day included:
… Two giant bananas, Chiquita and Dole, skiing and handing out oranges, pleading with people to eat oranges, not bananas.  Seriously.  Two grown men in banana suits over their winter clothes with sombreros.  Classic.  
… A confirmand approached me while in the ski lodge.  “Hey, Lindsay, remember that sermon you preached?  Uh, you know, I think it was Lent.  Uh, last week.  Yeah.  Last week.”  He hands me a dime.  “You know how we’re supposed to share our gifts?  Here.”  Even if it was a complete joke, it shows he was listening.  best. sermon. feedback. ever.
… caramel cashew trail mix from Target that Tammy brought along for snacking.  nummy.  
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