"Do You Shave The Night Before Or First Thing In The Morning?"

A close shave sketch!

 Good "shave and a haircut" Monday morning, all bodies.

I knew the Eagles game would be a rout, but the Bengals/Chiefs was a win by "the hair of my "chinny-chin, chin!". it's always fun to be the Monday morning quarterback analyzing the game with friends. Sometimes though, there's a lull in the conversation and when there is, it is always fun to change topics.

Knowing that my fastidious friend always arrives at Giddy Up clean shaven with a perfect part of hair on the left side of his head, I had to ask him if he didn't mind me asking some personal questions. He said he didn't mind...

"I don't know what it is, but lately, I find that I have to shave my face every other day," I said.

"Do you shave the night before or first thing in the morning, 'cuz you always look so clean shaven?"

Eric mumbled something about the morning time.

"Well, if that's so, you must get up and at 'em pretty early," I said.

"I don't know," I continued. "Maybe, it is because the hair on my face isn't red anymore and isn't as easy to hide. My beard is kinda whitish now and stands out too much, nowadays!"

"I don't know, he said. Your face looks clean shaven to me, now!"

"Yeh, but two days ago... just two days ago, I look like a bum without a razor," I replied.

"Let me ask ya," I said. You wear glasses like me, do you shave with them on or off?"

Before he could answer, I said, "Cuz whenever I shave without my glasses on, I always miss a spot or two!

"But when I do wear my glasses, I can't see anyway because the glasses always fog up!"

Eric cracks up laughing as he agrees with me.

"Yes, they do have a tendency to fog up, but not that much because I wear spectacles instead of full blown glasses like you wear," he said.

"So, I said, you don't miss any spots, right?"

"I remember seeing, when I was a kid, old guys' faces and seeing spots of beard that they missed. I figured that it was rather rude to point that out, so I didn't."

"I try not to, Ben," he said.

"Yeh, I said. Looks good to me. You must use regular or facial soap like I do to soften up your beard some.. Like Dove soap!"

"Just sayin'."..

"No, I used regular shaving cream from a can," he replied, kinda hoping we'd get back to the subject of football.

"I don't use them anymore, I replied, because those foamy creams don't always protect the skin and I find that I always miss a spot when I use them, and...

"And, ya just know when I do, some little peach fuzzed punk will tell me, I'm sure.

Goes around, comes around...

First cup!

Copyright 2023/Ben Bensen III

"He's Not A Licker... He's A Kisser!

 

Pierre le Pooch

Good "Thus with a kiss, I die", Monday Morning, all bodies.

On another less stressful thought, I sketched this photo of Pierre this morning after a first cup. I love when he takes the lead on our walks, but has to look back to see if we are following. Le Pooch doesn't hear too well and even though he gets all excited when I grab his leash, it doesn't take too long before his pace around the bird sanctuary slows down.

I usually stretch in the morning in a place where Pierre is not, but every now and then, I'll watch the morning news and lay on the living room floor to go through my pseudo pilates pace in an effort to improve physical strength, flexibility, and posture, and "mental awareness."

Aware of what is the question!

Anyway, Pierre jumped off the couch and came over to inspect my progress. Maybe it was a goodbye kiss since he thought I was in some kind of peril laying on the floor. Maybe he thought he was losing his meal ticket. Nevertheless, he nuzzled my head, sniff around a bit and then, gave me a kiss.

Okay, okay... it was not really a kiss. A cynic would say Pierre sniffed some leftover food item stuck to my forehead and decided to try and lick it off with one timid uh... um, lick!

I choose to call it a kiss because our cocker spaniel is not one to slobber his tongue on people in an effort to grab a lick of facial salt. This dog, in all the thirteen years we've shared together, has never licked Brian or Tee or me... Ever.

He's not a licker... he's a kisser!

That's not to say that he is not happy to see you when you arrive through the front door or wake up in the morning. He is a "Dino the Dinosaur" from the Flintstones when he greets you... especially if he smells the slightest chance of food.

His nose knows all, and I insist that after a few sniffs, he gave me a kiss on my forehead... food or no food!

Second cup, y'all...

Copyright 2021/Ben Bensen III

"Elect-Trickle Banana..."

C'est la vie!

Good late morning Thursday, y'all.

So weird, but funny. About a month or so ago, when I felt like I was finished for a while fixing things around the house, the kitchen sink light burned out. Or so I thought...

I preceded to grab the kitchen stool and replace the old bulb with a new bulb. When that didn't work, I moaned about having to replace the switch. I mean, I just completed to my satisfaction so many things, it just didn't seem fair that something else needed to be fixed.

My obvious next move was to check the panel. Perusing the switches, I noticed one of them had flipped off somehow, so I flipped it back on. In the process of my very limited electrical troubleshooting, I also noticed that we had connection for a GFI socket. One was in the kitchen and one in the two bathrooms.

Well, I thought to myself, that's the problem. Now it is just a matter of trying to find the GFI plug and turn it back on. Naturally, it was a plug that was way off in the far reaches of the kitchen wall hidden behind a bunch of bottles and flower vases.

I reset that socket switch and then, flipped the switch for the kitchen sink light. Bingo... all is well with the house and therefore, all is well with me.

But the story doesn't end there. Even though the entire place was re-insulated, the rebuilt garage that I turned into my studio about three or four years ago had a window air conditioner installed when I really couldn't stand the heat.

The unit worked fine for about a year or so and then quit on me. Disgusted that the damn thing died just as the warranty ran out, I decided to just open the studio to the house central air and suffer the consequences.

It's been over a year that I've been without that air conditioner and every time I saw it sitting there idly, I had to bite my tongue.

That same night that I "fixed" the kitchen sink light, Therese awoke around 2 am and headed for the kitchen looking for a late night snack. It was then that she heard a strange sound emanating from the studio. It was the air conditioner that I suffered all summer long without... it was running like all get out!

Apparently, that one switch on the electrical panel that I flipped on thinking it had an effect on the entire kitchen is the one switch that works the air conditioner. The thermostat that automatically turns the machine on when it gets a bit warm, turned the unit on.

There are a couple of lessons learned here. I'm still trying to decide which one is the better of the bunch... it may take some time!

Sixth cup...

"Maybe, There's A Lesson To Be Learned Here"...

A quick sketch...

Good Monday "MLK" morning, y'all...

Staring out of my matchbox hole, this morning, thinking 'bout who knows what, when two chickadees landed on the birdbath for a drink. Problem was the birdbath was pretty much frozen over.

Five minutes later, a blue jay hopped unto the "frozen tundra" and gave the ice two good whacks with its bill, and got to the water underneath the ice. A few more minutes passed when that chickadee couple came by for a sip or two.

There's a lesson to be learned here... I just have to figure out which one to stuff in my pocket for the rest of the "MLK celebration".

Second sip... I mean, cup!

Copyright 2016/ Ben Bensen III