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Thursday, February 7

Components of an Old Man

I really liked that image from Wednesday's blerhg, enough so that I created a new header image to replace the stale one from so many years ago.  More about "BAD" becoming "VAGUE" later.

The details are mesmerizing, especially for a $6 download.  It captures my weathered and torn old man being very well.  Definitely a more current version of mine self.

Hair...

Where is it?  Sliding off the back of my head and down my neck apparently.  Better than choosing to grow out of my ears, I guess.  I do so miss my long hair days, but I knew that was a last chance for gas, Hail Mary effort.

Without the help of certain chemicals that are targeted at me on social media (I'm guessing because of my age or some algorithm that detects hair loss in photos), this is my life now.  Mebbe a rat tail, but The Pie would prefer that not be something I do... ever again.

That mustache...

I haven't been working on it near as long as the, as Watts called it, the "I don't mind stealing bread hair thing on my chin."

It has a certain amount of gray in it that gives away my age, and probably says something about my IQ and my affinity towards flannel rock.  I have to work extra hard to keep the mustache from touching the "stealing bread hair thing" because ever since I noticed the facial hair on Chuck Todd of Meet the Press, goatees have been ruined for me.

Another sign that I'm old?  I watch Meet the Press.

Anyways, the mustache does a great job covering up the current topo map of cold sores on my upper lip, so mebbe I keep it until I'm done with the "season," if for no other reason.

And while were here, that pain face...

I'm probably at least ten seconds into the part of the trail where one would be seeking some recovery from a large effort.  I'd like to chalk it up to illness, but I'm sure the fact that my heart rate is just 105 BPM twenty four seven has a lot to do with it.

This skin...

The result of too much suns out guns out action perhaps?  No matter how comfortable I feel in my own skin, it apparently wants to be in a Salvador Dali painting.  Sometimes I think I'm falling apart, but mebbe I'm just melting?

This muscle(?) tho... ?

No idea.  I don't know what exercise one would do to advance the growth of that muscle, and once developed, how one might use to perform a useful activity.  I'm just gonna assume it's a tumor, because I've had enough old dogs now to know that eventually they get random lumps on them towards the latter part of their lives.  I don't wanna ask the doctor what it is, as I know that usually leads to the "quality of life" talk.

I'm old.  Things change.  I'm over it.

Of all the quotes I could find on the topic of aging, Groucho Marx said it best:

"Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough."

That said, Shart Tarck Race #4 this weekend, where I'll once again toe the line with a bunch of guys who also lived long enough to race in the 50+ category.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Advocat sez:

So much to look forward to .... like age spots ... (wait on it) ... that grow.

Mark said...

"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter." - Mark Twain

My personal favorite quote.

Glen Evans said...

cool pic