It was gettin' kinda long."
Can anybody (besides my mom) tell me who sang the song I just referenced?!? (without looking it up too...)
Well, I didn't actually cut my hair, but I did cut some hair. For the last few months I've been sporting a beard. I haven't actually been able to grow a beard before, so it was with a fair amount of grieving that I said goodbye to it. You may remember a similar blog by the name of Fu-Graham-Chu.
I've never been a big fan of Nashville summers, especially compared to the Pennsylvania summers I knew growing up. It gets so hot and humid during July and August that it's actually difficult to breathe, and you don't even think about a second layer of clothing.
Being a handyman, I do spend a fair amount of time working outside, not to mention trying to do my running workouts outside, so I decided to say goodbye to the beard:
I immediately had these three thoughts:
- Wow - look how little my chin is.
- Hmmm...my eyes ARE green, aren't they?
- Crap...I've gotta grow it back.
On the bright side, four hours after I doused the beard, I crawled up into an attic to rewire some lights. It was noon, and I spent the next hour and a half up in that attic where I'd guess the temperature was about 120 degrees. I was sweating so much I actually thought it might start dripping through the drywall in the ceiling below me. So, that made me feel a little better about my decision.
I can safely say, however, that as soon as summer starts making its way out of Nashville, I'm growing the beard back in full force.
