This morning, while waiting for the sunrise to break down our RV for a journey south, my mind drifted toward the topic of hair….and it’s ability to mess with your psyche. The days of arising, showering and arranging ones coiffure are long past me. I knew it was coming, I watched dad’s hairline run from his brow early on. When it comes to hair styles, probably as much a result of my early life as an Army brat as anything, I prefer a neat hairstyle. I have worn flat-tops, middle parts and side parts, with no particular preference for any of them, mostly dictated by the circumstances at hand.
While on this trip, I made one last attempt at a grow out, with the same dismal results as the last attempt. What little hair I still have grows much like an ill kept, drought suffering garden…some here, some there but all thin and irregular. Back to the razor, or “Pit Bull’ an electric shaver for hair challenged folks. I have acquiesced to Sharon’s wishes and did manage a decent, short, snow white beard that she trims with precision. Men, in particular, understand the contempt that hair has for our gender. Nothing on the pate, but a constant fight with nose, ear and eyebrow growth less you look like Ichabod Crane on a bad day.
There is a caveat to a shaved head. At least every other day you must shave your “monks crown” the strip that continues to produce on the sides of your head. Looks has never been my strong suit, and I have graduated into the jeans, and cargo lifestyle, topped with sweat shirts or pullovers, with Hoka’s to take care of abused feet. I am also not offended by dog hair having raised 5 Labs over the years. They, if you aren’t aware, are hair producers on a grand scale. Hair doesn’t bother me…..unless it shows up in something I am trying to eat, in which case it destroys my appetite instantly.
As a final note, politicians mostly seem to have great hair, or a penchant for massive comb overs. I strongly suspect a lot of what we see is acrylic stuff precisely centered on their challenged pates. On the other hand, I am in good company these days, a short beard and slick dome, and have no political future. Time to fire up Cirrus and tug the Taz M’Haul down the road.
Have a great week!
SR
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