Hair and Age - A Complicated Relationship

I am getting old. I am becoming my dad.

There are many ways visually that tell me that I am getting old. The wrinkles around my eyes, the increasing softness of my muscles, the graying of my temples and the receding of my hairline.

The last two are of special interest. How a person's hair starts reflecting one's advancing age.
Now, I am perfectly comfortable with my hair turning gray. I am also ok with the hairline sliding back. In fact, I am hoping the gray helps create the illusion that I have wisdom and am distinguished. Note the bolding is intentional.

What my hair is doing that I have a problem with has been occurring over the last couple of years in increasing frequency. I have issues with....

1. The extra long and overly abundant nose hairs
2. The bizarre hairs in the ear and worse, on the ear

I now have additional tasks in my daily morning regimen...I make sure no nose hairs are poking out, and no ear hairs are growing both at the entrance of my ears as well as along the outer portion of the ears. For some odd reason, both of these kinds of hair seem to grow larger and thicker than most hair follicles. Seems like the human equivalent of weeds in a garden.

It has gotten so bad that I recently purchased a special clipper for this type of hair. The act of purchasing the clippers was much like my occasional purchase of Mrs. WHW's "special monthly stuff". You men know the routine....you get a complete description of the product and of its packaging from the Mrs. After arriving at the Wal-mart farthest from where you live, you then go down THAT aisle a couple times noting exactly where the product you want is located. Next, when no one except other men are in the aisle, you go quickly by the product raking it off the shelf into your cart in one swift motion. Then you put a box of Honeycombs over the product...using Honeycombs because of its size. Finally, you go to any available self-check register. Yes, I have issues.

Anyway, as I stood in front of the mirror the other day I found myself clipping inside my nose and around my ear. For me, this proved to be incredibly traumatic. What I saw in the mirror was an adult WHW....a Mr. WHW, not a cool, slightly aging dude WHW. I am hoping this post helps me exercise some of the demons this act
left behind.

My question is, why is it that, as I age, my hair gets thinner on my head, yet thicker in places that should never have thick hair? Is it one of life's cruel jokes? If it is, I am here to say it isn't funny.

If It Weren't For Bad Luck....

Just got back from a quick business trip to Orlando/Tampa Bay/Winter Haven. Trips to Florida at this time of year are usually gold. It has been cold in Illinois...lots of snow. And the thoughts of orange trees, Disney, and the beach warm my mind.

Unfortunately, this trip was one of those trips that had headaches from start to finish. For example:

1. Flight down was nice. Direct flight. Got my luggage fine. Went to get the rental...and had the most prolific salesperson I have ever had at the rental counter. No, I don't want to upgrade. No, I will fill it up myself. Yes, I understand how "great a deal" this is. After several attempts at her trying to get me to pay for a better car, I find out that they are out of my car....and have to give me a free upgrade anyway. BTW: ended up with a Mustang. Nice...unless you have to do a lot of stop and go driving.
2. Lots and lots of traffic while getting to the hotel. Road construction, toll boothes, etc. Finally get to the hotel.
3. Hotel clerk makes it sound like she is the one who gets to choose my room..."Hmmm. Now, you only want a basic room. Nothing fancy. " Whatever my reservation is for....
4. I end up with a room that has no working clock radio. Decide I will use the clock on my Blackberry. Unfortunately, it just seems anticlimatic...so I start writing my own alarm clock on my computer. I fall asleep doing this.
5. Next morning, find out that the dial on my shower only allows the dispensing of scalding hot water. Also, the iron has no variable settings. Double sweet.
6. As I leave the hotel for the day, I walk up to the counter to ask them to take a look at the problems. In a polite way I ask the man at the desk, "How are you this morning?". He responds with a 7 minute rant about his arthritus. Then scribbles something down about the room.
7. Work goes well. Return to the hotel....key doesn't open room door. According to the desk (same girl that checked me in) I was supposed to check out that day....even though my confirmation indicated a checkout date of Wednesday. Several visits by the manager later, my room is extended to Wednesday.
8. Upon entering the room....still no clock radio and shower still kicks out hot, hot, hot.
9. Next day....as we drive to Winter Haven I learn why it is a bad idea to have a speed limit of 65 on roads that have frequent cross-road intersections. Lots of people take chances.
10. Afterwards, we ate at a Joe's Crab Shack. GREAT place.
11. Get back to the hotel and begin packing. We had an early 7:00am flight, meaning a very early rise. So, I decided to try and get to sleep early. Unfortunately, a young lady outside my room decided to break up with her boyfriend, over the cell phone. As she yelled, cried, and kicked my wall, I was able to chronicle exactly where the relationship went south. Seems "Scott" needed more "Scott" time. Breakup took 4 hours. Mental note: Never forget your iPod again.
12. Get up early this morning. Checking out. Told by the clerk...our system ain't up yet. Just check me out, please. I drop my Blackberry...uggh.
13. Get to the airport....first flight is to Atlanta. All goes ok.
14. Get the the gate for my connecting flight...ask if I can exchange my seat for an aisle seat. It appears the lady at that gate was having a bad millenium. I was told in very clear terms that she was trying to get the current flight out....and didn't have time to look up my flight (the next one). Guess she got up on the wrong side of the cave this morning.
15. As I am boarding my flight, the same lady is scanning boarding passes. I give her a huge "Have a great day...and thanks for all your help!!!" She rolls her eyes and I move on.
16. I get on our plane and find out that it is 25% filled. I can sit just about anywhere I want.
17. Get home and have a nice lunch with Mrs. W and WL, our youngest. All is well again. And I do have a cool alarm clock program...including snooze.

My next trip is to Austin in a week or so.....