First, this is the last entry until September. I'm taking a vacation and, frankly, I can't remember when I've needed one so much.
This was a particularly dreadful work week, occupied largely with the least productive meetings I've been to in a long time. I characterized things as accomplishing 40 minutes of work in the first two days. The third day was abbreviated due to a power outage when a Canada goose hit a transformer and we may have accomplished as much as 15 minutes worth of work in a half-day. I got chewed out for suggesting that instead of putting off generating one chart to the next day we just do it. And we did do it and it took under five minutes but I then got yelled at for at least 15 minutes over having spoken up.
So I spent half the weekend just doing mindless household chores, alternating with napping and light reading. I dragged myself out of the house today to do some shopping. The thing I needed most was shoes. Macy's had the ones I wanted, but I was unable to find a salesperson and, when I finally did locate one, unable to get him to actually bring me the shoes to try on. Rather than continue trying for another 20 minutes, I walked out and bought the shoes at another store.
As for things I didn't need per se, but wanted, I have discovered how to singlehandedly get rid of a fashion. For the past couple of years, I've kept thinking how much I dislike capri pants. I finally gave up and decided to buy a pair. Lo and behold, there were none to be had. I think I should now start expressing a desire for those dreadful wrap tops that make everybody look pregnant.
I did try on a pair of capri pants from a clearance rack, but they didn't fit well. I also tried on a skort from the same clearance rack, but it was too big and they didn't have a size smaller. That's pretty much the problem of trying to buy stuff on sale, as the selection is likely to be limited. But the non-sale stuff in all the stores was pretty much all fall stuff. Not what I'm looking for when it's 96 degrees out. And everything was dark, dark, dark. I want a new red dress, not black slacks. Of course, when I do want black slacks, the stores will be filled with mustard yellow capris and wrap-around tops or some other such nonsense.
I may need to get out the sewing machine.
Copyright 2005 Miriam H. Nadel