Mixing It Up
by Steve Mitchell
Over the last couple of months, I’ve gone and grown myself a beard.
It’s kind of thin.
It’s mostly white.
I keep it trim and short, very short.
It’s so short, some folks remark on how they’ve noticed I’m “growing a beard.”
Sometimes they ask why.
There’s no real reason. I got tired of shaving every day or every other day. It always seemed to fall on workout days and my arms would be all noodly.
Also, my dad has some worrisome health issues so opting not to shave every day takes one thing off my cognitive plate.
Also, Lucie likes it.
And I like it.
So, I’m keeping it, for now, anyhow.
What? Do I have a picture?
Well, maybe. It’s only been a couple of months. Let me see…
Okay. Got one!
Here you go: