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Taking A Break From The Sun

by Richard

There’s that old saying about something being as smooth as a baby’s bottom. That means something is very smooth and soft. Not because it is wet and sticky and smelly. They’re talking post change, not pre change.

Anyway, baby skin is so smooth and soft because the only thing it’s been exposed to was a nice nutrient-packed bath for nine months or so, followed by pampering and suchlike.

As opposed to, say, older dudes who have done things to their skin, horrible things. Who here hasn’t made a long, sliding dive into gravel? Or on the asphalt? Or worked with lawn tools or just plain tools long enough that you start developing blisters? Yeah, I didn’t think I’d see any hands up with those questions.

However, one thing babys definitely have over us in the race for soft skin, is that theirs hasn’t been damaged by the sun for almost every day of every week of every month of every day of their lives.

It’s only relatively recently that people have begun to recognize the importance of protecting our skin from the sun’s Ultraviolet A and Ultraviolet B rays. UVA and UVB are what cause sunburn and blisters.

Fortunately, there is a better protection for our skin than sweating it out in long sleeves and long pants, or staying indoors with the curtains drawn all day. It’s called sunscreen.

We’re supposed to be using it every day, according to dermatologists. I’d love to, but I have a constitutional aversion to walking around all day feeling greasy.

Little dudes, on the other hand, don’t get much say in the matter. In addition to having delicate skin that really needs to be protected as much as possible. That’s where we come in.

You need to make sure you’ve added some good sunscreen to the little dude’s diaper bag before you go out. There’s two types of sunscreen, ones that block the sun’s rays from being absorbed and ones that destroy the damaging rays after they’ve become absorbed. It’s those last kinds that are known to cause stinking. And, dude, believe me, you don’t want to be the one who puts the stinging kind of sunscreen onto a little dude’s face. That is not fun.

Try to find a sunscreen that is designed to physically block the sun’s damaging rays, one that will not sting and one that is intentionally formulated to be used on the face. It’s not that hard, but we’ll leave that as an exercise for the student to complete.

While you do need to make sure you cover your little dude’s face well with the sunscreen, you don’t have to trowel it on. Just get a good, even coat. Try to apply it every day, especially during the summer. Just as important, try and keep the little dudette out of the most powerful sun’s rays, between 10 am and 4 pm. That’s a bad time for soft, fragile skin to be out and about.

After all, we want that skin to stay smooth and soft for as long as possible.

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Fashion Disaster

by Richard

So, it appears that the young dudes and dudettes of today are, to put it as delicately as possible, idiots.

I know. It comes as a bit of a shock to me as well.

The latest confirmation that young people are idiots comes from the Charlotte Observer, our local paper. In the Style section, the editors ran an article trying to help young, college-aged folks fit in with the corporate crowd.

They talked about not wearing flip flops, ragged kakis or ragged jeans, not wearing a micro-skirt, not letting a bra strap intentionally show, not wearing dirty shirts or coming to the office unshaven. It talked, basically, about how to dress like a grown-up instead of a kid.

And the shocking thing was that people actually didn’t know this. Seriously.

I mean, when I was in college and I was internship hunting, I made sure to shave off the magnificent beard and mustache I’d been cultivating for years. I was smart enough to know that people looking to hire a young dude for an internship weren’t going to squee with joy when a proto-Zack Galafianakis walked through the door.

I understood that I had to ditch the jeans and wear the suit, button-down shirt, tie and lace-up dress shoes I’d just purchased from the J.C. Penney catalog.

When you’re going off to try and find a job that doesn’t require you to swing a shovel or hit with a hammer, you’ve got to dress up to the part. That should be a given.

Apparently, young dudes and dudettes dressing appropriately is a problem even when they grow up and are supposed to actually have a slightly working brain. It’s hard to get a grade-school young dude to wear long pants to a formal occasion, but that’s okay because they’re in grade school and don’t know any better. Things even out as they head into middle school and get even better in high school.

So, it seems, in college all that learning about appropriate dress gets tossed out of the brain in favor of factoring Y on the hypotenuse. Or maybe beer. It could go either way.

Another factor, I’m thinking, is this epidemic of unearned self-confidence. These kids get complimented all the time for, basically, nothing so much as they’re growing up, they end up thinking they’re the center of the universe. So, if they want to wear something, and you’ve got a problem with it, well. . . That’s your problem. Get used to it.

Either way, it’s something young dudes and dudettes need to learn. When you’re going somewhere with hat in hand, looking for a job, if you don’t fit in, you don’t get in the door. It might not be fair and it might not be right, but it is that way it is, so they need to get used to it.

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Tripping Into Fall

by Richard

Here’s a nice thought for a Monday: Fall weather is creeping in on soft, frost-covered feet, bringing with it the blazing colors of the leaves and the crisp, clean smell of the cold.

All of which is a nice way of saying summer’s over and we’re moving into fall. I’m not going by the calendar here (although, if I were, I probably would have mentioned something about this on last Friday. Sept. 23 was the official first day of fall.), but by the feeling of the morning air when I go out to walk Buzz, the garbage disposal that walks like a dog.

Lately, I’ve had to either shiver in shorts or don the long pants. That, to me, is a sure sign of the coming of fall and the waning of summer. Let me make this perfectly clear: I love the fall. Summer is nice because it’s a break from school, but I get truly tired of the hot weather that comes and stays and won’t go away. Fall is when I really start to re-learn that I love weather and remember why we moved from Florida to North Carolina in the first place.

Every year about this time I have to remember my first fall in North Carolina. I was doing dishes and looking out at the back yard and started thinking dire thoughts. I was sure I would have to call in an arborist to cut down most of our trees. All the leaves were turning brown, you see, so I thought they were dying. I’d forgotten that was what happened in most places during the fall.

So, now that the cooler weather is here, why not gather up the young dudes and go out to enjoy it? I know I will.

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