Yep it has been shirt sleeve weather (as the old folks call it) the last few days. The snow is gone. Kinda makes you want to put the big plants out on the deck, pull the grill from the basement, set up the umbrella table, and wash the outside of the windows. I can’t believe I just typed wash windows!!!
The social calendar has been as empty as the dance card for an ugly girl in her first formal. But that is changing now with Jay’s visit to Dr. Ross’ office last Friday, my appointment with Dr. Rohr on Monday, and Jay’s surgery on Tuesday. (gee Mom I’m popular again!!)
Today started with Brandy’s whimpers at a little after 8 am so I put on the shoes, my coat, and grabbed the leash for a walk in the morning air.
This is what the outdoor thermometer read. Beats the piss out of the last few months readings I’ll tell you! This thermometer came with the house when we bought it but the line of the roof on the covered bridge used to confuse me when I look out the window at it. A glance read either -10 or 80 degrees so I bought a new one which I promptly knock off the wall last year and broke. So I pulled this old one out of the garage and hung it back up while I searched for another new one. If I think about it while I’m out I hunt through those on display in the store but nothing has reached out and grab me by the throat yet. I guess the problem is I’m too picky. I never used to be. In my younger days if it suited the purpose or did the job I bought it. Now it seems with the years rushing past I want to enjoy what I see. Even an outdoor thermometer has to have appeal. Foolish—maybe so but when you get to my rung of the ladder baby you will want it too!
We have two thermometers outside where we can see them.
Yet I find myself calling the Time & Temperature lady on the telephone every morning. Sometimes, she is the only other female’s voice I hear for several hours.
I am wearing capri pants, the hems of which touch the tops of my socks. Just about the only bottoms I own which I’ve never had to sew shorter.
My son says they are a terrible fashion statement, but I think they are quite comfortable.
I wore Capri pants all last year and into the winter until hubby said please get some decent pants those are ridicules. He like your son is a fashion expert! I now wear pants that come to the ankle for the most part but I notice a little shrinkage in them which makes them floods. I think I’d rather were Capris. I have to smile when I remember my Mom wore argyle socks with plaid shorts for the last few years of her life. Jay calls me Gert when he sees my short pants!
I am just enjoying opening the windows and shutting off the heat!