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That time of year
Even when temps are seasonable as they were so gloriously yesterday, the elastic of one's waistband- both waistbands- and the elastic of one's bra will be soaked through after ten minutes' walking. Underwear can go to the laundry but you're supposed to rinse out sports bras every evening, which means it won't be dry by the next day, which requires having a number of sports bras. This is a nuisance.
Evidently this is a year for wasps. I believe they may have made a nest under my front steps because for sure I see them going in and out of the cracks. Oddly, this is preferable to having them out the study window because the window has no screens and wasps wander in, get caught in the net curtains, and become both loud and stroppy about it.
It's also a year for fruit flies. This is a problem when you have ripe or ripening tomatoes, because they can't go in the fridge. I have mine covered with a towel, which works so far.
None of my new summer trousers fit with my post-op weight gain so I've been relying on the old comfy pair from the dollar store. (I do have other pants from the Before Times but they both slide down my hips because I still weigh less than when I got them.) Yesterday I saw the store had them in stock again: same material and colour but slightly different configuration ie closed at the ankle. But they had 3X size so I happily bought a pair. And discovered once again that an Indian 3X is what we call a medium. So it's back to the bicycle machine for me, after rash indulgence yesterday (two Cosmopolitans) and today (small strawberry rhubarb pie).
Evidently this is a year for wasps. I believe they may have made a nest under my front steps because for sure I see them going in and out of the cracks. Oddly, this is preferable to having them out the study window because the window has no screens and wasps wander in, get caught in the net curtains, and become both loud and stroppy about it.
It's also a year for fruit flies. This is a problem when you have ripe or ripening tomatoes, because they can't go in the fridge. I have mine covered with a towel, which works so far.
None of my new summer trousers fit with my post-op weight gain so I've been relying on the old comfy pair from the dollar store. (I do have other pants from the Before Times but they both slide down my hips because I still weigh less than when I got them.) Yesterday I saw the store had them in stock again: same material and colour but slightly different configuration ie closed at the ankle. But they had 3X size so I happily bought a pair. And discovered once again that an Indian 3X is what we call a medium. So it's back to the bicycle machine for me, after rash indulgence yesterday (two Cosmopolitans) and today (small strawberry rhubarb pie).