With age comes practicality, doggone it — On my last shopping trip to the local upscale mall, there were small groups of well-dressed women. They wore tight jeans with knee-high boots and layers on top — mostly an insulated vest over a sweater over a turtleneck with tons of jewelry. It was attractive but I wondered how hard it was to try anything on. When I go clothing shopping I wear pants that drop easily, slide in shoes, the same socks/stockings that I would for the shoes I’m buying, a front button blouse and an easy-to-zip jacket. I rarely wear much makeup because I don’t want it on clothes. Jewelry? Not a chance. Yeah, pretty boring.
Gone, gone, gone – The beloved husband is a voracious reader. He reads more than I do. He recently finished Gone Girl and he must be the only person who didn’t like it. The first half of the book was slow and for him, the ending wasn’t satisfying. I am one of the few who didn’t like Fifty Shades of Grey. Maybe we are aging out of the “best sellers’ list” of books.
Is it charity or a traffic hazard? – The past few weekends, college kids have been collecting for a pediatric charity at a busy intersection. I don’t like it. It’s dangerous. They walk through the traffic dancing and jiggling their cans. Some wear costumes limiting vision. I love their enthusiasm but it’s not the right place. The first time I saw this was at a dangerous intersection of two eight-lane highways. I refuse to donate. If I bump or hurt someone, it’s on me even though they are where they shouldn’t be. Whatever happened to soliciting at spots where you interact with foot traffic?
The confession – This week we had our first snow. It was just a dusting and I whined as loudly as anyone. Truth be told there is something rejuvenating about the beginning of the winter. Finally, there is no watering to do or weeds to pull. The outdoor chores are done (unless you get those outrageous snowfalls we had last winter). You are happy to be indoors. With the shorter light days, I get more sleep. I would not admit this to anyone so mum is the word. I would be happier if this “rejuvenation period” was shorter – like two months instead of six.
Hazel update – It is slightly under three weeks since our lovable Thunder Thighs started her diet. She dropped a pound. That’s significant for a cat and we are all proud (except for her). She has developed a very pouty sad sack look which I have not fallen for. Yet. The offshoot is that with the dry food at high places that she can’t reach, the other cats are getting more exercise jumping for their supper. It’s a win-win for everyone except me who feels so guilty denying her of one of her big pleasures.