For Father’s Day I got an old-school shaving kit. I’d been reading a bit online about the lost art of shaving. Based on what folks say, not only is shaving with a safety razor considerably cheaper (although I did find out how to make your Mach3 razor last for months) at about $0.20 per blade instead of $2.50 per cartridge, but it gives a closer shave with less irritation. Intrigued about the less irritation part, I asked for a shaving set for Father’s Day.
I ordered the individual pieces off Amazon and they arrived in less time than was originally promised. Nice. The razor is a Merkur long handled razor from Germany, the brush is just a basic cheap-o one and the shaving soap from Italy and has eucalyptus oil and menthol.
So far I’ve shaved with it twice. It’s definitely a different experience – even the sound of the razor on my face sounds different than when using a cartridge. I have to be much more careful around my jaw line and between my chin and my lower lip, too.
The potential bloodbath I was warned about when starting to use a double-edge razor has largely been averted aside from a couple of nicks. The shave itself has been good – but not amazing. Yet. Once I figure out the soap-to-water-to-lather ratio I foresee some very refreshing shaves.
Anyone else using one of these? Any advice?
My father in-law has great taste in many things including cars and computers. I admire him a lot. However, sometimes his actual taste baffles me.
Whatcha got there Doug? Looks like some ice cream with chocolate sauce and a strawberry topping. Nice.
Wait. Are those Wheat Thins? And string cheese? Yes. Along with three pickles and an uncooked hot dog.
In the same bowl.
Yes, he ate it all. Yes, it’s my father in-law. No, he isn’t pregnant.
On Friday my almost-three-year-old son informed me that the heater (vent) under my desk was broken and that we were to fix it.
Armed with nothing but a near-dead flashlight, a squirt gun and a stegosaurus we (apparently) fixed the heater which now works fine. Still.
Ah, imagination.
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Welp, got laid off a couple weeks ago. It was a Wednesday, I think. Kinda sucks.
Should have known something was up when my check engine light came on the night before.
No hard feelings toward my former employers. This is the third round of layoffs in as many years and they broke the news with graciousness and emphasized that it was strictly due to the fact that I hadn’t been busy for quite a while (mild understatement) and that it didn’t appear that I would become busy anytime soon.
When I came home my wife’s reaction was about the coolest one could expect: she started laughing.
She has a lot of faith in me. And I love her for that.
I’ve been blessed with a lot of job leads in a very short amount of time. Thank you to everyone who reached out to me and for me. I’m truly appreciative.
Why haven’t I mentioned this sooner? Well, getting laid off wasn’t the worst thing that happened. Here’s the sequence of events:
- Tuesday night the check engine light comes on. Bad omen?
- Wake up Wednesday feeling a bit queasy. Go to work anyway.
- Grandma A. checks into the hospital for open heart surgery.
- Get laid off. Wow.
- Get the flu. Feel gross.
- Thursday I sleep in then play with my kids all day. Grandma A. has surgery.
- Friday 7:30 AM – get a call. Grandma A. has had a severe stroke. Rush to hospital to give a blessing.
- Spend the next several days trying to be helpful to my wife and her family.
- Tuesday Grandma A. passes away.
- Funeral for Grandma A. was the following Saturday.
So, yeah. Rough couple of weeks.
Now that things have settled down a bit (relatively) I hope to get back to blogging a bit more. I’ll keep you apprised of how the job hunt is going and if you happen to know anyone who needs a copywriter or social media strategist, let me know.
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I can neither confirm nor deny that I was listening to ZZ Top while going 105 mph in my father in-law’s BMW yesterday.
But I’m sure that if I did, it would be awesome.
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