Shaving day
The status quo has no more status at our house.
I'm not sure when the tipping point occurred -- likely, earlier this week viewing the advance movie promos for Santa 3 -- but shaving day happened right after a long hot shower this morning.
Earlier, I heard there are four great periods in the life of a man; the one where he believes in Santa Claus, the one where he no longer believes in Santa Claus, the one where he is Santa Claus, and finally the one where he looks more and more like Santa Claus.
I'm now at that special Fourth Period. Changes are needed.
The good news is, I have always used my right hand when using scissors, my left hand for shaving. The object therefore, was to hack as much white mane off as possible without snipping any flesh from the subject area. This was also as good a time as ever, to exercise the use of my left hand again with a razor, all the while not tiring myself out standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Normally, guys run their blade over a steady face, applying various strokes and pressures along the way. In this case, the exercise was in reverse, but a shave, nonetheless. Today, I had to steady my two hands around the razor's handle and repeatedly move my face back and forth past the stationary blade. Don't try it, unless forced to.
What a plethora of facial choices! I can trim a full beard and be in some form of dapper disguise, have sideburns, an artsy goatee, a full moustache, a silly Hitler, or just lop it all off.
In the end, I tried them all, knowing what the end-exercise was to be. My old self.
I'm not sure when the tipping point occurred -- likely, earlier this week viewing the advance movie promos for Santa 3 -- but shaving day happened right after a long hot shower this morning.
Earlier, I heard there are four great periods in the life of a man; the one where he believes in Santa Claus, the one where he no longer believes in Santa Claus, the one where he is Santa Claus, and finally the one where he looks more and more like Santa Claus.
I'm now at that special Fourth Period. Changes are needed.
The good news is, I have always used my right hand when using scissors, my left hand for shaving. The object therefore, was to hack as much white mane off as possible without snipping any flesh from the subject area. This was also as good a time as ever, to exercise the use of my left hand again with a razor, all the while not tiring myself out standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Normally, guys run their blade over a steady face, applying various strokes and pressures along the way. In this case, the exercise was in reverse, but a shave, nonetheless. Today, I had to steady my two hands around the razor's handle and repeatedly move my face back and forth past the stationary blade. Don't try it, unless forced to.
What a plethora of facial choices! I can trim a full beard and be in some form of dapper disguise, have sideburns, an artsy goatee, a full moustache, a silly Hitler, or just lop it all off.
In the end, I tried them all, knowing what the end-exercise was to be. My old self.
posted by leisurelan at 5:07 PM
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