The Occasional Solipsist

The end of the year is coming up crazy fast now. Superwife and I are preparing for our annual pilgrimage up north to her parents' place in Callander. I'm looking forward to the drinking, likely watching the Packers get hammered in the company of a Steelers fan, the hella good food her Mom makes, and just hanging out with my surrogate fam.

I might try to look up a few old chums while I'm up there too. No excuse not to this time.

Now I'm not one for new year's resolutions or anything. Never have been. When there is something I want to change about myself, I just do it. Some examples: quitting smoking (cold turkey does work if you arm yourself with willpower), joining a gym (ok, bad example), the usual suspects. That being said however, I have decided to put an end to the craziness that has been my hair for the last few months. And since its the end of the year, the cutting of the locks could seem like a resolution type decision.

Superwife asked me to grow it out and I haven't got a cut in like 6 months. And insofar as I know that the vagaries of old age will likely make it so that my hair will never be this thick or long ever again, I have to get it cut off. I looked like a punk with long shaggy hair in Shulman's OAC class, and I look like one now. The only difference is I was a punk back then.

Besides, I don't think I want to look like a burned out hippie in pictures my kid will want to see of what I looked like when he/she was born.

Is it a sad day when I sit down to write an end of year type entry and end up with nothing more to talk about than my need to visit my barber?

If I can't think of anything more exciting to define the past year when we get back from our trip, I'll be creative and make some better stuff up.

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