Of T-Shirts, Coats, Jackets, and Other Things
I love t-shirts. You won't see me in one in a store, but if you pass by my house on a cool day, you'll see me in one,,on a warm or hot day, in a sleeveless one. T-shirts, to me, are house clothes. And they're not plain. They've all got some written on them whether it be a baseball team or a Big Dog. Most of them are close to being unwearable. The one I have on now has several ripped holes on the front. I'll wear it till its bad enough to be a rag. What's the difference between a coat and a jacket? According to what I found on the internet, a coat has to go below the knee, while a jacket goes only to mid-thigh. So, I guess, I don't own a coat except a suit coat which is a variance. My definition is according to temperature. I put on a heavy coat(maybe it goes to the knee) when the temperature hits 30 degrees or below. Anything above that calls for a light or medium jacket.(some longer than others). Hoodies(I hate that name), zippered sweatshirts with hoods are another breed. Seldom wear them off the property. And about hats and caps,,,I don't wear hats. At least not a normal one. I have a roll-up cloth hat that I love. I look like the Godfather in them. There are home caps and public caps. The baseball types are for work around the house or fishing. But, there are two types of caps I love,,,the English driving cap and the Greek Fisherman's cap. Neither very normal for Texas. I have three of the English including a leather one I love. And, I have two Greeks,,,a denim one and the favorite of all,,,an authentic wool one made in Greece. It was a gift from Sara and I treasure it. Kit, almost lost his home when I noticed he had started to "play" with them. He was in trouble for a long time. There are other clothing quirks. Shorts and sweat pants are house clothes ONLY. Flip-flops, too. Old athletic shoes are for yard work,,,the newer ones, diabetic, are for public and home. The home part is hard for me since for the longest time, I wore flip-flops and house shoes while searching for a job and is a hard change. Cleaning house is a bad trip. By the time a second room has been cleaned(I do one a day), the first room needs it again. With a five room house, I may never finish. My hat's off to all the ladies who can keep a whole house clean for a day or more. Laundry is beginning to be a problem. Its, probably, my fault. The lady who opened the laundromat early is going through chemo therapy and its not opening early. My problem is I want to be first in line so I can get all the washers and dryers I need and I'd rather be by myself if possible. Guess I'm a hermit at heart. Hair cuts are a bother. Haven't had one in months. Since I comb my hair forward, I just trim it above my eyes to see. Although friends would be great its hard to have them. What few people I know still have jobs and money while I don't. They like to go out and I don't. The friends I have are on the internet,,here and on Facebook. No fear of face-to face interaction. I really need to quite smoking. My emphysema is getting worse, but I just can't quite. I need exercise, but just cleaning the house is hard, much less going for a walk. I've loved cooking for years, but now, its just a chore. I've got to get creative again. Kit and I need to understand each other better. He needs to learn what I expect of him and I need to learn his limits of understanding. We love each other and I hope that never changes. Well, that's my rambling for today. I'll probably remember something after save this. It may show up later.
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Love proves again to be always the greatest in life.
I am without the wealth and sex appeal needed to live well without wealth -- my disability leaves so much to be desired I am better when not thinking about it. I quit smoking at age 19 -- glad about it for sure these days with such health issues leaving me in bed resting so often. \'Friends\' gave up on me about the same time I could no longer play tennis and go to \'lunches\' and do volunteer work. After my husband died five years later alone took on nightmare status of the Twilight Zone variety where \'creeps\' fall out of the woodwork once they put it together that I am both alone and disabled. It all makes death look better with the passing of time. PTSD is the numbness needed to hang on moment by moment -- mostly.
Gentle ((hugs)) to both you and Kit.
May the day be good.
:-) Patricia