I outted me :(
I hate clothes. I suppose there was a time when I were a lass that I felt differently, but most of my adult life I’d’ve been perfectly happy to wear a nun’s habit every day. Or Zuckerberg’s identical sweatshirts. I don’t care which.
The uniform I’ve landed on since moving here are these fisherman’s smock things. Heavy, come in a variety of colors, lots of useful big pockets. A pair of jeans and a comfy old t-shirt underneath and I just about solve the feeling comfy versus doesn’t look like a hobo equation.
So this morning, I spotted a glob of rain on the satellite headed my way and I thought to myself, “pff! I can outrun that!”
Gentle reader, I could not. I biked as hard as I could and arrived with the whole front half of me soaked to the skin. Fortunately, I get there ages before anyone else and I keep a spare pair of jeans under my desk. I stripped to my t-shirt, changed jeans and put everything on a radiator to sizzle.
The t-shirt I was wearing today? This one.
Oh, dear reader – I try so hard. I do my best to tone down the whole American thing. I never talk politics. I smile politely at the mention of Trump. I never chant U S A! U S A! (they really hate that, by the way). I strictly limit the number of dagnabbits and consarnits per conversation.
Guns! Freedom! Angry looking eagles! Oh, this wouldn’t do at all.
I got away with it. The first person in is terribly old and didn’t seem to notice. By the time I had to go to the corner shop for coffee, my smock was dry enough I could stand it. Not pleasant, but I could stand it.
Why couldn’t I have been wearing a t-shirt with a cat on it or something?
p.s. Deborah asked about Uncle B’s Cereus peruvianus which, when we visited it last, was about to come into flower. I believe the buds just…fell off. I’ll ask if he wants to add anything.
September 9, 2024 — 7:02 pm
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