Making It Up As I Go Along #375

Hair Thoughts, and Life is But a Dream
There’s a saying. “Don’t shave it because if you do, it’ll come back in thicker and fuller.” This saying is told to men who consider shaving those places of unwanted hair. Don’t shave your back... it’ll come back thicker and fuller. Don’t shave you shoulders... don’t shave your chest.

Seinfeld made fun of this. Kramer showed Jerry the results of chest shaving. Jerry plastered himself against the wall in horror and the segment was filmed with us, the audience, not gaining view of Kramer’s chest mane. Some things are just not meant for network TV.

There’s a flaw in the logic of this saying though. If shaving will bring the hair back in thicker and fuller... then why are there any bald men? Shouldn’t the shaving of the head result in the same scenario as chest shaving? I take the clippers to my head on a weekly basis and I’ve seen nothing thicker or fuller up there.

Sometimes, it’s not a matter of people lying. It’s a matter of people being too gullible. I would guess that the first person who told someone that hair will come back thicker and fuller if shaved never expected to be taken seriously. People are just rather serious when it comes to their vanity.

The second thing that came to mind this week is completely unrelated. But how many three year old kids go on river adventures without supervision?

A three year old in BC drove his plastic motorized truck into a river. Nobody was sure where he went and, as part of the search, a group patrolled the river.

Twelve kilometres down stream, and some two hours later, the child and truck are found along the shore, none the worse for wear.

This is lucky. Some may even call it a miracle. But either way, it shows us that children are more resilient than we give them credit for. I mean I sat in my mothers lap in the front seat of our camper when I was eight years old. Now a child is strapped in to the back as if being prepared to blast off to the moon. We’re lead to believe that they will certainly die on the spot if they aren’t harnessed up in the back seat in a chair designed to keep them back on to the flow of traffic until they reach an age which permits the child to sit front on.

Peanuts are treated as nuclear waste. Grapes are sliced in half for fear of lodging in the throat lodging of those naturally shaped ones. They’re the perfect size to get stuck in a child’s throat, we’re told. Of course. It’s God’s plan to have created the perfect child choker. Who are we to fool with nature in this way?

I know it can happen. A child can choke on a grape and, since it’s easy enough to slice, parents do it now. And I know peanut allergies are all too real. And yes, a three year old driving a motorized toy into a river and drifting along for twelve kilometres and two hours will result in an unhappy ending ninety nine times out of a hundred. But still, I can’t help think about how much care we take to ensure children’s safety even though there are times the child will be just fine on their own.

In fact, this case seems like a modern day version of Huck Finn. Drifting down the river on his first adventure. Free.

Fish stop their swimming to see what this strange, wheeled raft is all about. Birds sit in tree tops, cocking their heads to one side in curiosity as the child floats his cares away.

All the kid needed was a twig for a rod and a bit of string with a hook and the dream would be complete.

TUESDAY...
— Work is busy. I’m in AFIS for a half hour, then CNI for four hours followed by the rest of the day in CPSIC. Phil leaves early with a blown back. So tomorrow will likely be busy too.
— Big shock, rain out in softball. It happens over and over again.

WEDNESDAY...
— Me alone at work thanks to Phil’s back. It’s busy but I do okay. Looking forward to night shift.

THURSDAY...
— Ball before work. RCMP ball just for some fun. Work goes alright. Pretty slow once midnight comes around.

FRIDAY...
— Lots of sleep before work. I’m alone tonight as Phil’s back is still not super.

SATURDAY...
— Rain all day... off and on thunder and lightning. Out to watch UFC with Phil and Sarah in the evening. Pretty fun time. Never watched a UFC PPV before.

SUNDAY...
— Lazy day for much of it. Some laundry and snoozing. Ball game in the evening. We lose 4-3 with two homers against us in the seventh. I play left field and now only need centre and right to have the eight fielding positions under my belt for the season. I wish I have played better at most of the positions than I have though. Only catcher, left and first have felt fine.

MONDAY...
— Win in slow pitch again. 16-15. We had a late lead... gave it up in the 6th, then scored three in the 7th to retake it and hold them down in the bottom of the inning. Fun game. But where is summer? It’s mid teens and windy tonight. Blah!