Bright as a Daisy for My Appointment

I had an appointment today. I haven’t had one in a while or been off the property much lately so I wanted to look my best.

I had a nice, warm, extended shower and then emerged to tackle my five-day growth of beard stubble.

First, I brought out my electric trimmer to polish up my earlobes, slim down my sideburns and take care of the little hairs around my nose that my blade razor can’t reach. Then on went the shaving cream, out came the razor and off went the stubble.

When done, my face was as smooth as a baby’s backside, minus the diaper rash.

Feeling good, I hopped in my car and headed to the appointment.

Got to the front door of the building, and following rules posted there, I put on my face mask which covered over every square inch of my shiny puss.

Except for my earlobes.

And they were spectacular.

©2020 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.