Not much blogging done lately due to the fact that nothing of note has happened to me in the recent past. Like a bug crawling across a sprawling lawn, does my life scramble on with nothing of substance to report except the occasional footstep of a higher power to avoid as it descends from the heavens, moving it’s own weight forward, oblivious to those underlings of whom their movements disturb.
So, today is merely a “check in”, a short note to let anyone who may care know that I am still alive and my blog will remain active. There may be an occasional “interregnum” when my days are slow and inspiration is lost but I am sure the fancy to wax lyrical will strike me at regular intervals as it has done so often these last two years.
The only sour note which has hit me with some vigour over the last few days is the realisation that my thinning hair is producing an ever creeping bald patch on the back of my head, right in a spot for all to see and the realisation that my youthful years have past and middle age beckons has struck me with revealing clarity.
Using mirrors to try and see the damage time and lineal heritage has done has turned me into a somewhat vain creature and I have even resorted to using my mobile phone camera to check on the back of my head and search for the spot as a scientist may scan the heavens to search for the diminishing ozone layer.
What a sad and squalid being I have become, hiding in a toilet cubicle, desperately seeking solace in the portraits produced by my Nokia phone. But my hopes drown in the sea of reality when it becomes obvious that time is reaping it’s reward once again and in a few years I will be like others who have desperately tried to hold the clock at bay when it comes to hair loss.
I decided many years ago when I realised that I would be among those who would have to live with a balding pate as I gained in time and age, that I would never resort to the pitiful antics of those who wear hairpieces or throw themselves into the perilous waters of hair replacement therapy.
No, not for me and to see some of my brethren at work dying their hair, combing over their bald patches, desperately trying to make believe that their thatch is still full and thick has lead me to take a stand and declare that I shall lose my hair gracefully!
I shall go the way of others who with clear minds and thought have succumbed to the inevitable, let nature take it’s course and become proud and sturdy men with thinning hair! My brother and his number one buzz cut may become my lifelong inspiration and role model for my future travel through this life. He is not known as “Arrowhead” for nothing!
And so on that note, if by now you still happen to be reading, I will bid all of you “adieu” and take my leave on this beautiful Canberra day. Wherever you are, I hope you are having a good day too.
So, today is merely a “check in”, a short note to let anyone who may care know that I am still alive and my blog will remain active. There may be an occasional “interregnum” when my days are slow and inspiration is lost but I am sure the fancy to wax lyrical will strike me at regular intervals as it has done so often these last two years.
The only sour note which has hit me with some vigour over the last few days is the realisation that my thinning hair is producing an ever creeping bald patch on the back of my head, right in a spot for all to see and the realisation that my youthful years have past and middle age beckons has struck me with revealing clarity.
Using mirrors to try and see the damage time and lineal heritage has done has turned me into a somewhat vain creature and I have even resorted to using my mobile phone camera to check on the back of my head and search for the spot as a scientist may scan the heavens to search for the diminishing ozone layer.
What a sad and squalid being I have become, hiding in a toilet cubicle, desperately seeking solace in the portraits produced by my Nokia phone. But my hopes drown in the sea of reality when it becomes obvious that time is reaping it’s reward once again and in a few years I will be like others who have desperately tried to hold the clock at bay when it comes to hair loss.
I decided many years ago when I realised that I would be among those who would have to live with a balding pate as I gained in time and age, that I would never resort to the pitiful antics of those who wear hairpieces or throw themselves into the perilous waters of hair replacement therapy.
No, not for me and to see some of my brethren at work dying their hair, combing over their bald patches, desperately trying to make believe that their thatch is still full and thick has lead me to take a stand and declare that I shall lose my hair gracefully!
I shall go the way of others who with clear minds and thought have succumbed to the inevitable, let nature take it’s course and become proud and sturdy men with thinning hair! My brother and his number one buzz cut may become my lifelong inspiration and role model for my future travel through this life. He is not known as “Arrowhead” for nothing!
And so on that note, if by now you still happen to be reading, I will bid all of you “adieu” and take my leave on this beautiful Canberra day. Wherever you are, I hope you are having a good day too.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 