* I did wear my cat socks (with the sock liners - and my feet are still a little cold, but...well, I'd make a joke about suffering for beauty, but the effect of these is more whimsy than beauty)
* Something pretty much every evening this week:
- tonight is Bell Choir (but I look forward to that)
- tomorrow is pancake dinner at church - a joint effort between our congregation, the college-student ministry, and we've invited the local Presbyterian church. I get fed, and I'm also gonna show up in case Mike (who runs the college student ministry) needs another pair of hands in the kitchen. Knowing him, he's probably already got it covered, but it's always nice to be available to help. And like I said: I get fed.
- Wednesday is Ash Wednesday and for once, there are services: we are teaming up with the local Presbyterian church, and services are there, but our minister is preaching. (And then Maundy Thursday, their minister will do the service at our church)
- Thursday is AAUW (and I forget what the program is, and oh, I have to go pick up the scholarship forms some day this week) and I am responsible for bringing "little sandwiches and maybe a relish tray." The good news is that I don't have lab that afternoon (assessment testing) so I can do them then. I am thinking about trying homemade pimiento cheese (have never made it before) and I might just get some fruit and cut it up - or, if I can get myself down to the local Amish store, pick up a few jarred relishes there (or: sacrifice one of my precious jars of pickled baby corn, and get some other things here in town. Supposedly the Amish store sells the pickled baby corn and I want to check on that)
* It's supposed to be like 70 on Saturday? And it's in the 20s today? Strange. Though if I can get some good work done this week maybe that means I can do an antiquing trip Saturday, and also shop somewhere that is not Pruett's (which is nice but does not carry specific brands I like) or Wal-Mart (which I dislike, and dislike more after their rather boneheaded-in-terms-of-PR move of rolling the "greeter" job - which used to be one job people who were not physically capable of some other things to do - into one requiring what sounds like moving boxes and restocking shelves. I mean, I get that wal-mart is not in the business of providing employment for the elderly or disabled, but....it does seem kind of a boneheaded move. But then again, I'm on the outs with the local wal-mart anyway for going away from 'food for people who cook' to 'food that doesn't require much effort to make, but is not all that healthful.' I get that maybe their base now is people who can't or won't cook, but....when you set yourself up as a category-killer and largely eliminate the competition, and then pivot to the point of not carrying basic things like flour.... I feel like right now wal-mart is very much in cash-grab mode, as in "how much profit can we squeeze out of each store, forget how unpleasant the experience is for the customer.") And one thing I hate hate hate is having to drive to a couple different stores to meet all my grocery needs. (I can *almost* do everything at Pruett's, but again, there are those two or three things I use regularly they don't carry. I suppose I could look into mail ordering those things, none of them are perishables...)
* Spring break is in two weeks so I won't need *that* many groceries, anyway. I don't really have any plans for when I'm up at my parents - some of the shopping I thought I might do, it looks like I don't need to (after re-organizing my dresser yesterday). I probably *could* use another pair of jeans, maybe this time less slim cut ones? (The ones I have fit me well but sometimes there are times when I want something looser fitting through the legs and backside; when you're shimmying around over rocks and stuff in the field sometimes a little looser is better)
* Probably the next Marie-Kondo-Ing I should do is my closet. I know I have some stuff in there that is virtually worn out and I should pitch (at one time I was hanging on to the denim jeans with the thought of sending them off to a place I read about that supposedly recycles them into insulation, but the cost of shipping - which would apparently be on me - seems prohibitive now.) If I were my mom circa 1980, I'd turn them into a heavyweight patchwork floor mat, except I don't really need one of those. There's also some things that might still have wear left in them but that no longer fit or no longer suit, and I suppose I could drop the better ones of those off at the Goodwill or somewhere.
There's a radio ad I heard about a pair of designer jeans who lamented being stuck back in the closet (and I admit, I thought the first time I heard it: This'll be a diet-center ad, the punchline is the owner can't fit into the jeans) but it was an ad for Goodwill, suggesting that the jeans needed to "get back into circulation and go to parties again" or whatever.
And I laughed. I totally laughed, as a lifetime dweller of college towns: designer jeans at the Goodwill would be bought by an art student and either worn ironically, or deconstructed into some kind of project. (I don't know too many rich folk who scout the Goodwill for designer clothes. Or, for that matter, anyone who cares about "designer" whatever who shops there. Most of the people I know who use it either have super-active kids who wear clothes out and need cheap ones, or are very frugal people, or are, as I said, people like art students who like to "take your grandpa's style"
(I did a little bit of that as a college student. But I also did stuff like buy workshirts at "Sam's" (a working-men's clothing store, though by the time I was a student it was probably almost more a place where insufferable hipsters shopped. Hipsters weren't really on anyone's radar screen back in the late 80s, but there were definitely people with that aesthetic. I was a little bit of one, but I also tended to dress a little androgynously (though given my figure, and the fact that I had discovered I could wear eye shadow without risking my mom's disapproval, it was pretty obvious I was a girl dressing up in boy's clothes) and I affected things like weird old vintage jewelry bought very cheap....I WAS kind of insufferable as a late teen-early 20s, but then again: maybe it's good to get the insufferableness like that out of your system when you're young*...)
I just tossed my last shirt from "Sam's" a year or so ago, after having worn it as a field shirt for a few years and it wore out under the sleeves...
(*And now I am doubting myself. What if I am still insufferable now? I could be, in some ways, I am quite sure....And I haven't worn eyeshadow in almost 30 years now.)
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