more cross stitch, another football game.
Wash, rinse, repeat!
In actuality, I managed to do some of the other basic life chores, like shower, make a bed, fold some laundry (note, I did not say it was put away). Dealing with excess clothes is on my list of things to do Sunday.
Different rabbit hole than the one that I had planned. Like many of us my age, I have more clothes than I realistically need. They all fit, so I don’t have that excuse – you know the one that is all wrapped around a plan to ditch a few kilos and be young, fit and ….. you know. But I actually wear most of them. I also could get by with a lot fewer. Stuff just accumulates. I don’t see a reason to get rid of the business clothes, there is actually the rare occasion where “California Business” isn’t enough. That being defined as what ever you want to wear that is clean and covers a reasonable amount of skin. My mother’s generation (those that wore stockings and pumps to go into the city) would be appalled at the idea of jeans at the Opera or Symphony.
Well, I am attending either of the above. First is no interest; second is no interest in sitting in a crowd of strangers. So there you go – you can, I am not. I have actually become a bit too comfortable at home, except for cruising. I need the ocean on occasion.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the need to go through my closet, a basket of stuff, several drawers, and my closet shelf. And the business clothes. I can hang on to a couple of outfits, just in case. Maybe as insurance so that I won’t ever have to do that again? Anyway – most of the rest is serviceable and gets worn if it cycles to the top.
This is too many decisions – I need to stitch.
This week’s Cryptid – The Death Worm (Mongolian Death Worm) can be meters long and spews acid. Not someone you want to invite home.
And more progress on the Spangler Book
and it will be an attempt to finish another section of “Alice” while watching the 49ers survive the cold of Wisconsin.
