I had the house to myself this weekend, and some time restoring a new razor. Sunday morning I gave it a go. Itís thicker than any razor Iíve used yet, a tad under 7/8, hollow, with a round point and a fairly short edge. I like it. The rounded end makes it easier to shave round my ear, and in the hollow of my neck without fear of gouging myself on the point. The extra width is tricky under my nose, but I can figure it out.
I did 20 laps on leather at the halfway point. Iím not 100% clear on what good that does, but I did it anyway. I got a DFS product. I can tell Iím creeping up on BBS, but itís not there yet.
As I get more comfortable, it gets difficult not to start blade buffing. Iím tempted to fight for BBS just by piling on the strokes. With the DE, I could buff-up the last pass until the razor was silent. Itís an enticing thought. I know itíll just end in burn, and potentially nicks. I restrain myself, but the temptation is strong.
It was a good shave today. I used the round point again. I think I like this razor. Itís user friendly. Iíll see how long the edge lasts and report back.
My only issue today was the furnace vent in my bathroom. Itís full-on winter here, and that vent blows too near the mirror. It means I have to shave the left side of my face first, and build wetter lather. Itís mildly frustrating, but survivable. Itís a 50ís house, and the controller thingy on the vent is busted. If it doesnít warm-up soon, Iíll have to engineer some solution.
Iím as close to BBS as Iíve been yet, but I finished with more burn than Iíd like. I blame it on the quick dry product, and some over-aggressive shaving. Twice I stopped myself in a near-cut, just before drawing blood. I was lucky.
I take the occasional winter Friday off work to spend an all-nighter volunteering at a nearby homeless/hypothermia shelter. This is an extra shelter that only opens in the cold of winter, Dec-March. The goal is to make sure people donít freeze and die. The impact on me: Itís a reminder to count my blessings.
In the shelterís office we have a Rubbermaid box full of toiletries. Itís mostly hotel soaps, with the occasional cart and can of goo. Every time I stay at the shelter, there are guys waking up at 5am, and stumble over to ask if we have any more razors. These guys are sleeping on a tile floor, in a smelly room full of snores, and theyíre waking up early to have a peaceful bathroom for their loaner cart shave. That alone is enough to give me pause. But then I start to feel like something between a jerk, and the luckiest man alive. Why? Because meanwhile Iím planning to meet up with a fellow B&Bíer this weekend to swap my MdC for a Simpsons Chubby 2, and discuss the merits of RazoRock over AdP.
Be thankful fellas. Itís important. Step back and consider your relative affluence. Take a moment and use that humble thanks to recalibrate your Needs versus your Wants. Hug your wife. Thank your parents. Have a great shave with whatever crappy kit youíve accumulated. Take your Monday morning however it comes, and be thankful.