Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures - or Allison Where Are You?

I am writing from the center.  We have the elders here teaching a Danish class to investigators and new members.  They are cute elders who are positive and upbeat.  I can hear one of them teaching while I am typing.  His Danish is quite good and he is so very pleasant.  It will be a good experience for everyone.  I may join them sometimes, but the first lesson covers some basics that I already know....amazingly enough.

The sun shone nearly the entire day!  When we opened our blinds this morning we saw clear blue sky and glorious light glimmering over the still-frozen lake.  We put our coats and gloves and scarves on (well at least one of us did), and took advantage of the beautiful weather to get our errands done.  We stopped by to say hello to the ducks.

We stopped at the bank, and of course the requisite grocery stores to check prices and items for dinner tomorrow evening.  We enjoyed that walk immensely.

We got back to our apartment in time to make a wonderful wonderful Danish lunch....smørrebrød.  The Danes have taken open-faced sandwiches to a new level.  They tell you to put whatever you like on them, but there really are certain combinations that are not only authentic, but delicious.  We purchased the supplies for both.

We each arranged our own plates of food.  Of course, the true smørrebrød starts with very dense and chewy rye bread.  It has a strong smell and taste and takes some getting used to....an acquired taste.  But I have acquired it and I love it!

He did not eat that fat on the ham!

From there, boiled eggs, fish filets, frikedeller (a sort of meatball that sometimes resembles meatloaf), rødkøhl (pickled red cabbage), remoulade sauce, mayonnaise, cheese (we used a mild white cheese, but you can use your favorite), cucumbers (this is very important for authenticity), green onions, and tomatoes.  That was the list of ingredients we had, but of course it could be much longer.

We each had a fantastic lunch and then I walked to my hair appointment.  

See how fun it is to walk even on a cold day?  There are little flower and plant shops everywhere.

Not to mention fruits and vegetables!

Lulu and I were alone today, and I didn't have Sister Williams there to explain how to cut my hair so that it looked like hers.  So I had a little chat with Lulu.  I might tell you here that as yet, I have not learned how to say "Don't cut much hair off!!!!"  I also have not learned how to say, "There is a strange drop-off of hair in the back...can you blend that in a little better?"  or "What is that strange section of very short hair at the bottom in the back, and can you fix it?"  

Most women can identify with me when I say it can be very distressing to see a LOT of hair going on to the floor and not know how to communicate that it is not what you had in mind.  Lulu kept looking in the mirror and kept cutting....to even things out you know.  

She finished and I paid her and said "Tak."

When I got home and combed it and sprayed it and combed it and sprayed it, it looked every bit as bad as it had in her shop....in fact it looked worse.

SK's response?  Laughter!  He said, "The good thing is that it will grow back."  He obviously doesn't see the seriousness of the situation.

Where is Allison when I really need her?....no doubt cutting hair the way people ask her to cut it in Mesa.

Well, as luck would have it, Monia in my Danish class has beautiful red hair.  She is from Italy and into natural foods and things.  She told me just yesterday that if you want your hair to grow quickly (as in an inch a week), you should rub warm oil into it.  She said any kind will do, but she prefers coconut oil.  You cover it with a plastic bag and then sleep that way overnight.  You wash it out the next day and repeat for several nights.  I think it is worth a try.  This is probably akin to snake oil treatments for whatever....but what can it hurt?  

But how will I explain this to SK?