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SandLizard of Simmer
Jul. 29th, 2021 09:58 pmThat weather event we were anticipating was a complete dud. I was awake at four in the morning, after a disturbing dream about Nazis. (I was in a spy cell that, in my opinion, was not well organized, and I was worried that they were on to us.) I heard the patter of some pathetic little rain showers, but the downpour, wind, and thunder we were promised never happened. And after I'd charged all my devices and checked the batteries in all the flashlights. The nerve. So, the morning sparkle I wanted didn't happen either. Instead, it was stuffy and humid again. However, I slept late, and my joints were less painful, so I was in a better mood. Before sunset, the temperature dropped below 80, so I had to take advantage of that and go for a walk.
I washed the rest of my sweaters and did some bathroom cleaning. Oy, the schmutz that comes out of sweaters that I thought of as basically clean! I'm not sure when I washed them last. It occurred to me that if I washed them every four years, I would only have to wash them five more times, and then I'd probably be dead. Or at any rate, so very old that someone else would have to wash my sweaters. I decided I should wash them more often. Then it would seem as if I was living longer. Of course, a well-regulated person would wash their sweaters EVERY YEAR before putting them somewhere moth proof for the summer. The problem is that this is Michigan. It's pretty hard to know when to put the sweaters away. Pretty soon it's July, and you're like "Oh, bag the sweaters. I'll wash them when it's not so hot." I'm pretty sure it hasn't been four years, though. I just rounded up for convenience. But in any case, alas, those pesky moths had gotten into all of them and left little holes behind. I need to figure out how to patch that before it's sweater weather again.
We've been watching a lot of Olympics--gymnastics, fencing, dressage. Dressage is the perfect thing to watch before bed. They should sell videos as a sleep aid. Beautiful horses dancing along--piaffe, piaffe, extended trot, flying changes, passage . . . and if there are any mistakes, they are so subtle I'm not qualified to notice them.
I washed the rest of my sweaters and did some bathroom cleaning. Oy, the schmutz that comes out of sweaters that I thought of as basically clean! I'm not sure when I washed them last. It occurred to me that if I washed them every four years, I would only have to wash them five more times, and then I'd probably be dead. Or at any rate, so very old that someone else would have to wash my sweaters. I decided I should wash them more often. Then it would seem as if I was living longer. Of course, a well-regulated person would wash their sweaters EVERY YEAR before putting them somewhere moth proof for the summer. The problem is that this is Michigan. It's pretty hard to know when to put the sweaters away. Pretty soon it's July, and you're like "Oh, bag the sweaters. I'll wash them when it's not so hot." I'm pretty sure it hasn't been four years, though. I just rounded up for convenience. But in any case, alas, those pesky moths had gotten into all of them and left little holes behind. I need to figure out how to patch that before it's sweater weather again.
We've been watching a lot of Olympics--gymnastics, fencing, dressage. Dressage is the perfect thing to watch before bed. They should sell videos as a sleep aid. Beautiful horses dancing along--piaffe, piaffe, extended trot, flying changes, passage . . . and if there are any mistakes, they are so subtle I'm not qualified to notice them.
