WHY IS IT that the word “hair” doesn’t sound bad and can even sound good? But the word “hairs” always sounds gross, just by adding one letter on the tail-end.
And if you add “short” before “hairs,” you’re in a whole different world.
But even “hair” can be problematical. If you run your hand through the hair of someone you love, it’s quite nice, but if you find a hair in your sandwich, it’s nasty, even if it’s from the head of someone you love.
Love has its limits.
What brings this to mind today? My new nose-hair trimmer. When I moved south of the Rio Bravo 15 years ago, I brought lots of things with me that I suspected would not be available here. One of those things was a new nose-hair trimmer, a Panasonic which worked great.
Today I ordered a replacement from Amazon. In the years since I moved south, I have had two other trimmers, and neither worked well, certainly not like the Panasonic which was like the Energizer Bunny. I went to Amazon, found a Panasonic that resembled the one I had, and almost bought it.
Until I read some of the reviews. Most were positive, but quite a few were negative. What most caught my attention were the many customers who said the new version is very inferior to my older version.
So I looked at other options. Some are sold by companies that don’t ship to Mexico, so that limited my choices a bit. I finally settled on this baby.
Why am I writing about this potentially disgusting topic? Because, as you get older, the world changes. One of the things that changes is that you have less hair on your legs and arms and more in your nose, ears and eyebrows. This proves the Goddess has a sense of humor.
To make room for these growing patches in the nose and ears, the Goddess made those entryways larger, which proves she has a sense of balance and proportion.
And I am older, hitting 70 last August. In case you missed the birthday post, it’s right here, entitled The Final Adventure because I did not move to a park bench in Topeka to feed pigeons.
I moved to Mexico, which is an endless adventure.
Amazon says I should get my trimmer between the 12th and 17th of February. It will be delivered to my post-office box. In the meantime, if you see me in the street with hair protruding from my nose and ears, be aware that I’ll deal with it as soon as the package arrives. Apologies in advance.