A Quiet Day
There was nothing on the schedule today. Dennis was supplied for painting the last two lawn chairs. The paint brand that we are using, Bher, has a wonderful option of an opening in the cover of the gallon of paint that a funnel, which is a freebie where the paint is sold, can be applied to and the entire open gallon is not exposed to the elements while a smaller amount can be poured out. Perfect for Dennis’ project.
I had drop-in company this morning. A good gab session as we vented about clothes shopping. I have not purchased much clothing since retiring. I lead a very casual lifestyle. I had some success ordering online. Free postage and free returns make it work. Yesterday, we did make a stop at a women’s clothing store. A new pair of white pants was desired. With less than great mobility, that was not an issue as the fitting rooms have remained locked since the covid. I took home two pair of identical white pants in two sizes . . . plans to return the pair that did not fit. Monday when we have an appointment in Mankato for Dennis’ next eye injection and also a follow up at Aspen Dental, both pair of white pants will be returned. Yuk!
At this juncture in my life, my waist does not conform to the waist sizes that are coming out in the brands that are offered. Kevin had commented in years past that I do not have a butt big enough to hold my pants up. True story. I have always had to sew on belt loops for a belt when pants came without loops . . . even the yoga stretchies.
The pant issue was totally bisected with my drop-in visitor this morning.
This afternoon I had a coffee party guest. June, from the end of Stauffer Avenue. will be moving to her new apartment home tomorrow. This was a celebration coffee for her, and I will miss her when my walks take me to the end of Stauffer. Next week, I will be seeing her in her new home. Stauffer Avenue has been her home for fifty years.
Here comes the weekend . . . enjoy taking it as you want.