The minor tribulations and pleasures of life
Friday, May 20th, 2016 08:26 pmI haven't worn t-shirts for a decade. They're basically either too hot or too cold, so in winter it's been long sleeved thermal underwear tops (which are never as thick and durable as the old Stanfields used to be, never quite big enough, and prone to getting bleach stains on them at work) and in summer tank tops and hapi coats, which let me sweat in peace. But this cold April had me rousting out my sad tees from twelve or fifteen years ago, all much raggedy and frayed- those that hadn't grown thin enough to be repurposed as summer sleepwear. (In 2003 I bought a bunch of grunge tops from a grunge store in the mall, and they served me better than well. Alas, only one is still respectable enough to wear even to work, where it will at once fall prey to bleach.)
( Complaining of clothes )
Meanwhile a crisis was threatening early next week: accidental double-booking, no one available to cover. I found someone who could do my Tuesday shift, and figured ways to work around the Wednesday one, so as to be able- though desperately unwilling- to cover the hours if needed. My elbows hurt and my knees lock and my neck has gone back to twinging and clunking at random. Arrived at work today to discover crisis has been solved after all, so now I have a four-day weekend ahead of me where I need only relax and not poke various bits of me to see if they're still semi-functional. Yay me.
The lilacs are *still* in a 75% state of bloom, clearly unwilling to entrust themselves to a city that might snow on them without warning. The temps are now normal or a little above and next week is supposed to be hot. So probably I should cut some of my bounty and get it into water before the lilacs decide to wither in the heat. Just as the beeyootiful Korean ginger tree down the street sent its perfume out for less than a week before the little blossoms began to brown at the edges. (I should mention that the lilac bush is now taller than the lilac tree was when the latter was cut down in 2010. Hanh.)
( Complaining of clothes )
Meanwhile a crisis was threatening early next week: accidental double-booking, no one available to cover. I found someone who could do my Tuesday shift, and figured ways to work around the Wednesday one, so as to be able- though desperately unwilling- to cover the hours if needed. My elbows hurt and my knees lock and my neck has gone back to twinging and clunking at random. Arrived at work today to discover crisis has been solved after all, so now I have a four-day weekend ahead of me where I need only relax and not poke various bits of me to see if they're still semi-functional. Yay me.
The lilacs are *still* in a 75% state of bloom, clearly unwilling to entrust themselves to a city that might snow on them without warning. The temps are now normal or a little above and next week is supposed to be hot. So probably I should cut some of my bounty and get it into water before the lilacs decide to wither in the heat. Just as the beeyootiful Korean ginger tree down the street sent its perfume out for less than a week before the little blossoms began to brown at the edges. (I should mention that the lilac bush is now taller than the lilac tree was when the latter was cut down in 2010. Hanh.)
