Here's a picture of my "new" straight razor. Probably made in the '20s of last century. I decided it would be wise to try cutting on my own face before I held a blade to a stranger's throat. I won't bore you all with the details of shopping for this item, but I will admit that as usual my arrogance had made my life more difficult than necessary. All the blogs I read recommended buying a new, pre-honed, straight razor. Well, I thought, I'll need to learn to hone as well, so I bought this vintage razor and a whetstone. Let me tell you, making a blade truly razor sharp is not easy. My first shave was quite rough. On the positive side, had it been shave ready, I would have cut myself much worse. There's the pewter lining.
Next week Erin and I are headed to Denver. We're going to hit some breweries. Take in the entire series against the Dodgers. Find a place to live. And visit the school. I e-mailed the adviser again this week, asking him when would be a good time to visit him and gave the dates when we'd be in town. He replied promptly but had forgotten who I was and what program I was interested in. Hopefully, after we meet and I visit the campus, I'll have more confidence in this next life step. Mostly, it will just do Erin some good to get out of Junk City for a while. No matter what comes from this visit, we're both past due for a change. Staying here is not a viable option.
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