Cold-ish again. For us anyway, if not by your standards. 50sF is cold. Granted since we’re all the way down here it does warm up in the afternoon, but starts and ends cold. At least the sun is shining.
I got a bunch of little things done yesterday but nothing big. Some personal maintenance as well as domestic bliss. I cut my hair, and shaved my beard and mustache. It’s been a long time since I was without both. I keep reaching for it. And no one noticed.
One of the tasks was putting all the coats back on the rack in the entry. Since I had the stuff out to condition some leather boots for the auction, I conditioned my leather coats too. One was in dire need; the other two are buttery soft, but did have a bit of wear around the edges. I had one coat growing up, so now I have several different ones for different tasks and different weather and just for different social occasions. They are all thrift store purchases, but in great condition when I got them.
I’ve got the same thing going on with shoes I guess. As a kid I had one pair of cheap dress shoes for church and big events, one pair of “good” sneakers, and the worn out pair that used to be my “good” pair. I’ve got a lot of nice shoes now- more than I wear routinely, even though I make an effort. I just don’t have that much opportunity to wear nice shoes, as I rarely dress up. I still like having them.
Funny how much we are influenced by our childhood. My in-laws can’t leave food on the table. They really can’t. If there is any, they will keep coming back, picking at it ’til it’s gone. There was never enough food in the house when they were growing up. My dad would put single bites of food in the fridge for later if they were left. He was born in 1933, and had 4 brothers and sisters. My wife thinks shelves and cabinets should be half empty. Her house growing up was mostly empty as they moved a lot and didn’t have much money in the beginning. My kids are risk averse, aren’t passionate about anything, and are weirdly passive. Most of their peers are too. They are surrounded by stuff and anything they want to see, hear, or do is available if they want it, so maybe they will grow up to “own nothing and love it”.
IDK what the future holds, or what intervening events might provide a bigger influence on our lives and their lives. It’s unlikely to change who I am, but it is likely to supplant the wuflu nonsense for the kids. If anything big happens. Otherwise it’s the reaction to the chinkyflu that will define their lives and that is really sad.
Hopefully it won’t be horrific violence and starvation, or aliens reaping the crop they sowed millennia ago. I’ll keep doing what I can to mitigate the ordinary horrors.
Stacks are bound to help.
nick