I have been driving in all week, the better to enjoy a more leisurely workout in the morning. Also because we have had several people on vacation this week, and I can park for free under the building, using their monthly parking.
I did it all yesterday, all before breakfast: recumbent bicycle, treadmill, weight circuit, and pool. And I had a terrific day as a result. I got home from the temple just about 10:00p.m., and while I was sleepy, I was not loopy.
Though it was close. My package of deeply discounted delights from Coldwater Creek’s online outlet was waiting for me on the porch. [Oh, how I love honest neighbors!] And I was so sleepy that I brought it inside, plunked it down on the arm of the couch, and slid into my jammies, utterly incurious.
I don’t know how I feel about the jacket. It is sewn from a cleverly constructed oversized houndstooth fabric; some of the yarns are matte, some are shiny, some are textured, and some are plain. Variations on cream and black. I’m not sure whether the collar is meant to stand up or lie flat. It doesn’t seem to want to do either. And, standing up, it is just the right shape [or, more accurately, the wrong shape] to irritate the skin at the sides of my neck. And it’s a funny shape: not exactly a kimono, not exactly a swing jacket, but oversized like the fabric it is made from, and the sleeves are 3/4 length, and I think it makes me look as if I had not lost nearly 20 lbs, or maybe my arms had a growth spurt, and those buttons?
Those buttons are ugly. Seriously ugly. The jacket is fully-lined and sewn with their usual craftsmanship, but I wonder if there is an Ugly Button University somewhere in the universe, because oye!
If I end up keeping it, I will be taking a little excursion to Benno’s Buttons.
I am ordinarily quite confident in picking out my own clothing. But I am going to have to run this particular item past Firstborn, Secondborn, and Fourthborn to play Is It the Jacket, Or Is It Me?
I haven’t tried on the shirts yet. I anticipate no drama there. In color, they are all variations on the theme of autumn.
My to-do’s at work multiplied like lemmings while my back was turned yesterday. The goal for today is to give the vast majority of them a decent burial at sea.
Ordinarily, this would be my Friday for dinner with Brother Sushi. But he got shanghaied into something for the singles, and I am about ready to just come home, kick my shoes off, and opt for an early bedtime. I want to take him to that really cool restaurant where I ate with Trainman last month. I also want to not fall asleep with my face in my appetizer. So we are thinking that next Saturday night, between my stint at the temple in the morning, and the dance in Richardson that night, would be a better time.
Today I just want to splash in the pool a little, come home, throw on one of the new shirts and a silk scarf over jeans, and catch the train. We’ll see how that goes...
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!