There comes a time every Spring when the outdoor "cleaning" takes off: you are out there nearly every weekend and evening, raking, planting, weeding and the like. With last week's poison ivy massacre, my flesh could not handle another possible exposure to rashy contaminants, so I was forced indoors to continue my weeding; this time on my face.
I had to take some of the top-shelf sideburn length down a bit this week, mostly because the length of the hairs were allowing what used to be manageable 'burns to penetrate my ear canal and drive me to near beard-insanity. The hairs were so long and creeping that they actually woke me up several nights in a row. Dry willies notwithstanding, I cannot afford to lose sleep over a beard; my beard devotion runs only so deep. Once that wakeful pattern became apparent, it was time for a little grooming.
Thus, what you now see may not be quite as bushily impressive but it certainly made the lower portion seem more voluminous than before. What used to be a facial topiary, reminiscent of a well-shaped Boxwood, now went reverse military on my jaw--low and tight. It did cause several people at my school to ask me if I was combing it out, or fluffing it out more than usual. It was considerably bushier-looking than any of the beards to date, so there is something to be said for a little crafty grooming.
Now, as to whether I will follow the other prominent suggestion I received most often this week--it's time to shave the thing--well, don't count on it.
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