Our Hero is Aging

There is grey in my beard. Not a whole lot mind you, but it is there. There is also (according to Bea) some on the back of my head, on the left side. I can’t see it, therefore it must not be there.

Yep, I’m getting old. If the grey wasn’t enough evidence, I present unto you Exhibit B:

What the hell? When did that growing up thing happen? That was taken at my grandmother‘s 80th birthday the other week. Melinda says that in this picture I look like “the leader of a small country”. Awesome.

For me, my favorite thing about the picture is the chair. It was the chair my grandfather always sat in in the parlor (yeah, yeah). I don’t know if his dad sat in it, but I get the distinct feeling that it has been with us for a long time. It just has that right feel – comfort. Comfort not in the terms of soft and fluffy, but of familiarity and a sense of history or belonging.

In other, younger-feeling news, I’m currently listening to Nile: Papyrus Containing the Spell to Preserve Its Possessor Against Attacks From He Who Is in the Water. That rates up with some of their other tracks, such as Chapter of Obeisance Before Giving Breath to the Inert One in the Presence of the Crescent Shaped Horns, or Libation Unto the Shades Who Lurk in the Shadows of the Temple of Anhur, or even Dusk Falls Upon the Temple of the Serpent on the Mount of Sunrise.

P.S. – Those are little Linux Penguins all over my tie.