BlueDick of Trill

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I had an inexplicably sleepless night last night. Something upset my circadian rhythm and I was up for a long time in the wee hours. Deb has a theory, apparently well-attested, that people sometimes have SAD in the springtime just as things are starting up again. That may have been it. About five am I crept back into bed and slept for a few hours, then got up late. It was a very beautiful day, the temperature over 70, and sunny on and off. I did not do much of anything. We sat on the screen porch for quite awhile, and I finalized my list of seed packets to be ordered. That was fun until I thought about deer again. SIGH. Deer can easily jump eight feet, and it just is not feasible to create an eight-foot fence around my back yard. However, I have a four-foot fence now, and research turned up the interesting fact that deer often will not jump a double fence, even though each fence is within their capacity, height-wise. So, in theory, I could place a second fence about four feet away from the first one, and they would be unlikely to jump in. However, the trouble and expense of a second fence still seems daunting. Putting mini-fences around everything they might eat is not feasible either. I've thought it over, but I don't want to live in a yard full of little plant cages. So I'm still pondering in frustration, and wishing I could just sit out on my porch roof with a crossbow in the dark of night and have at them. If anyone likes botanical pr0n, I recommend The Whole Seed Catalog, from Baker Creek Heirloom Seed Co. It's a thing of beauty.

I watched a video that Deb sent me: With Pen and Pistol: Heroines of the Holocaust. It's about women--mostly very young--who were rescuers and resistance fighters. It's a heartrending and heroic testament to courage and sacrifice. These women should be more widely known. Deb's late father was a noted genealogist, and according to him, one of the women profiled was a distant cousin of Deb's. Which makes a lot of sense if you know her.

Here's another source of circular frustration, in which I go round and round the same set of unsatisfactory choices: women's clothing! Yesterday, I put on a nice red checked shirt from Land's End. It absolutely was the correct size, etc. etc. HOWEVER. As soon as I put it on, I felt confined and irritable. Women's shirts ALWAYS are too tight for me in the shoulders, and too short in the arms. They make me feel squeezed. This morning, I put on an Air Force tartan shirt from L.L. Bean--men's XL. I immediately felt comfortable and free to move. The arms and shoulders are fine. BUT. The lower buttons don't button well across my hips. The Sparrowhawk says I should just never buy women's clothes, because I always complain about them. But I'm lured by the pretty colors. And men's clothes have their own points of not fitting me, either. There are no clothes for me! Apparently I just don't exist as a market. This is SO TYPICAL. You'd think that at my age, I'd be used to being an outlier, but I'm still indignant, still hoping to one day find my niche and stop roaming the puzzle board as a disconsolately irregular polygon.

Comments

[oracne]

YES ON SHIRTS. Where is my belly fat supposed to go?

Also, WTF is up with all the women's shirts that only come with 3/4 sleeves? If I want 3/4 sleeves, I will roll my sleeves up!!! Also, I do not need a little strip of fabric with a button to turn my long-sleeved shirts into 3/4 sleeve shirts. Sigh.