Weekend!
The downstairs closet was the one that held all of the clothing that I loved loved loved but could not bear to part with (for some reason, all of these clothes had also shrunk to the point where I could no longer wear them).
So I had a t-shirt with Opus on it, a purple and blue horizontal striped shirt (with really *BIG* stripes), t-shirts with angel designs on it, Hawaiian shirts from the 70’s with matching denim vests, a tuxedo jacket with tails (Chamber Singers), a Pink Floyd t-shirt from “The Superbowl Of Rock”, a half dozen t-shirts from a philosophy club fundraiser, and a couple of denim shirts with flowers embroidered all over them.
These were awesome back in 1991, I tell you what.
Anyway, I wince at the thought of sending these things off to the Goodwill so I visit the nephews and we have an impromptu fashion show. I pointed out that the Opus shirt worked best with ‘spenders, I didn’t know if any of the Doctors wore tails, the Hawaiians, seriously, needed to be worn with the vest… and then we got to the embroidered shirts.
These shirts were gorgeous, for the record. Hand embroidered flowers. The nephew put it on and he turned and looked at me as if to say “are you freakin’ kidding me?” He wasn’t feeling it. I guess he thought it was too blousy. It’s a hippie shirt, I tried to explain, to no avail. Sigh.
So I took the shirts down to the local vintage clothing shoppe (it sells retro toys, LPs, and, of course, vintage clothes that, for some reason, are far too small). He looked at my shirts and said “I can give you twenty bucks in cash or forty bucks in credit.” I took the credit and found a couple of vintage cowboy shirts that, miraculously, were the right size and, thankfully, loud as heck. Though, sadly, they weren’t embroidered.
But, at least, we cleaned out the main floor closet. So, this weekend, I’ll just be various flavors of depressed and missing my embroidered shirts.
So… what’s on your docket?
Gaming! Chores! Errands! Dinner with Jaybird’s Mom! Outlander with my friend, Dman’s wife! Helping another friend move to Washington (the state)!
And somehow in there I have to find the time to rest up enough that I can keep pretending I’m not having the chronic illness flare-ups I have been having for the last more than a week. Or maybe they could GO AWAY, that would be fine too.Report
New Mexico. Hiking Chaco Canyon.Report
Gotta clean out my old office; got guys coming Monday to start converting it to a bedroom (this is actually a little more extensive than it sounds – we are changing the layout of my house a bit to do it, so when it’s done not only will we have an additional enclosed bedroom where once we had a walk through office, but will gain some dining room space also. Also repairing an exterior wall, replacing a sliding glass door with a window, raising the floor, moving some ducts/electrical, and probably some stuff I am forgetting).
Hopefully a nap shortly. Went on a small round trip roadtrip for a rock show last night and I am pretty tired right now.Report
Nothing planned tonight. We’ll probably do our grocery trip (we have started to enjoy doing these on Friday nights lately). Little bit of prep for tomorrow.
Wood duck hunting on Saturday morning. We have a wedding to attend on Saturday afternoon. I dread weddings most of the time but if the food is good, all will be forgiven.
On Sunday I told my wife she can give me five to-do items for the day. Anxious to see what she has in store for me.Report
So apparently my half marathon is THIS Sunday, not next Sunday. Which is fine cuz I’m where I need to be with my training. Thankfully my friend informed me of this BEFORE I did my 11-mile run on Wednesday. So I’m taking it easy until then, hopefully kicking the crap out of that, and then brunching and watching football all afternoon.Report
Snuck in just under my target pace and finished at 1:51 with an 8:29 pace. Woot!Report
A couple more days of this. Then we return to unpacking.
I’m usually ready to get back after a week or so here, but not this time…
It’s actually been a great trip. Last year, my father was coming off surgery and my in-laws were only here a part of the time, so things were actually kind of stressful on the childcare front. My wife ended up justifiably angry with me for not pulling my own weight*. I made sure not to let that happen this time, but it’s turned out to be a non-issue because we have more enthusiastic babysitters than we can manage.
* – I am, of course, the primary caregiver most of the time since Clancy works so much. This has lead to a bit of problematic behavior on my part when I have anything approaching someone else around. I lean too much on them, so enthusiastic for having some reinforcement, that I can become overreliant on it. I am trying to improve on this and more readily recognize that just because I am not alone doesn’t mean that I can check out. (I should add that I do not thrust the baby on her as soon as she gets home from work or anything like that. When she’s working long hours, I am still in primary caregiver mode whether she is home or not. It’s only when we’re going places that I have screwed up.)Report
Our friends have invited us to a 1970’s themed murder mystery dinner party! Natasha and I have been haunting the thrift shops too looking for 70’s duds — Natasha has been complaining that the outfits are all for women of less endowment than she and as she’s been modeling the clothing I’ve been wondering why exactly that is a problem.
I’ve got a vertically-striped brown polyester shirt and some brown corduroy pants that both scream “1973!”, two-tone disco shoes with uncomfortably high heels, and I’m off to buy a big zodiac symbol medallion and fake hair set that includes a whiteboy-fro wig, bushy mustache, and chest-hair merkin at the Halloween store tonight to complete the look.Report
Sad I will not be attending this year’s Common Ground Fair in Unity, Maine. If you want to know about food, sustainability, organic gardening methods, and good animal husbandry, this is a must attend event. I will, next year, go for the whole weekend, probably camp and work for friends who are fiber vendors at the fair.
My sweetie travels, so it’s a lonely weekend that will be spent photographing things, knitting, and binging Alias, I’m at the end of the second season; appalled they sacrificed Francie. That’s one of the tropes of TV and movie, you know, the black chick dies. Pisses me off. Advice on how far to continue is appreciated.
My new car is rather a delight. Pretty cool to drive down my street (down being the operative word) without burning gasoline. Nice at stop signs, ATMs, in traffic, too. If I have a complaint, it’s that our driving habits, which require a slow start with an electronic vehicle, trend toward quick starts that burn a lot of gasoline; and if you slow start, you cause other people to do stupid stuff, grabbing any little advantage they can on the road.Report