Good morning, and a good (but soggy) Tuesday to you. It’s perfect sleeping weather, and I think it would be even more perfect if I had another hour or so of a snooze. We saw a distant thunderstorm’s lightning last night, just before bedtime, and we woke to gray skies and wet roads. We needed the rain; Shawshank remarked that the grass was crunchy yesterday. Some patches of blue sky are peeking through the cloud cover, so let’s be optimistic about the rest of the day.
Yesterday was a good day for us. We were out of the house at a decent time, and the weather cooperated for the whole day. Our first stop was to the secondhand shop, where I scored two bras and a basket-load of vintage sheets. Really vintage – the one I cut up last night was from the 60’s. From the thrift shop we headed over to the pharmacy, then to the grocery store. We stopped at a drive-thru to grab lunch on our way out of town, driving home with the truck smelling like onion rings and fried chicken.
Once we came home, then we finally could let the sloth-ing begin. Shawshank loaded up Tears of The Kingdom and I set up the hot pad to iron out the sheets. I nearly finished my latest experimental pants: contrasting ankle cuffs and waistband. The cuffs turned out nicely. I spent about two hours – TWO FUCKING HOURS – trying to nicely/evenly pleat everything and hide all the bullshit in the waistband. I ran the elastic in the waistband and they look ok. Shawshank thinks they’re fine. I think they’re just barely ok. At this point, after all the trouble, I’m trying not to ball them up and toss them in a box. Unfortunately, the overall length of the pants is too long. I’m going to remove the waistband and shorten them from that end. Then I get to ride the strugglebus of pleats all over again today.
Shawshank just took off for work. He left with a bunch of flowers from the peony plant. We can’t have nice things; the cats will eat shit like that.
