Happy paper post today from
ursula -- a note and a bookmark for North Continent Ribbon, (which I can get in eBook!) -- in a blue envelope with a D&D stamp on the front which I believe depicts Drizzt Do'Urden. (also two rather good ones of coral, win-win).
I have actually managed a little reading -- Premee Mohamed's novella The Butcher of the Forest, which I enjoyed -- an into-the-woods fable with the dilemmas of life under colonialism woven in.
As I type out the title, though, I'm not 100% sure what it refers to. The forest I get; I'm just not sure about the butcher. But my focus is unimpressive lately.
Also about 75% through Bookshops & Bonedust, which is a) charming b) not quite my thing c) an interesting study in structural choices.
Yesterday I realized I was all out of trousers: I am down to my last pair of jeans and they are getting daring, not to say downright hazardous, in the fork, and if they give out at work that would be the third pair of Rather Inappropriate Trousers I'd worn in one term.
Tonight I set out just to walk through some of my angst in the light rain and lowering sunset, but I ended up at the thrift store picking through the jeans section. I never undertake outings on school nights, but the lack of lower articles did need to be solved before the weekend visit to Vancouver. Now three pair are in the dryer. It's a bit of a crapshoot because since Covid Value Village no longer lets you try anything on.
ETA: I have tried on the jeans. Abate your breath no further. The results are known.
-The faded-black ones are a little too big, but can be worn.
-The nice green ones are a little too tight, but probably workable.
-The jean-coloured jeans are also too tight, especially in the waist. I can only do up the zipper by lying down, but having done so, they're not uncomfortable. (Okay, maybe they are cutting my right kidney in half. But only the right one.) (I call these the cock jeans because they have a strategic faded area where your junk would sit if you dressed left and had the kind of tackle that caused wear and tear to denim. Does that mean they are also Inappropriate? Probably.)
What I really want is some fashionably sweeping baggy jeans suchlike the fashionable have, even though my small silvery somewhat spherical person will look very silly in them. But such trousers cannot be got anyplace I've looked yet (which is to say at Mark's, where jeans are eternally skinny and low-slung).
My job tomorrow is to print off some materials for mom and dad about how to choose a retirement home, and get a gift for the staff at the hospital. Then Friday I fly over.
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I have actually managed a little reading -- Premee Mohamed's novella The Butcher of the Forest, which I enjoyed -- an into-the-woods fable with the dilemmas of life under colonialism woven in.
As I type out the title, though, I'm not 100% sure what it refers to. The forest I get; I'm just not sure about the butcher. But my focus is unimpressive lately.
Also about 75% through Bookshops & Bonedust, which is a) charming b) not quite my thing c) an interesting study in structural choices.
Yesterday I realized I was all out of trousers: I am down to my last pair of jeans and they are getting daring, not to say downright hazardous, in the fork, and if they give out at work that would be the third pair of Rather Inappropriate Trousers I'd worn in one term.
Tonight I set out just to walk through some of my angst in the light rain and lowering sunset, but I ended up at the thrift store picking through the jeans section. I never undertake outings on school nights, but the lack of lower articles did need to be solved before the weekend visit to Vancouver. Now three pair are in the dryer. It's a bit of a crapshoot because since Covid Value Village no longer lets you try anything on.
ETA: I have tried on the jeans. Abate your breath no further. The results are known.
-The faded-black ones are a little too big, but can be worn.
-The nice green ones are a little too tight, but probably workable.
-The jean-coloured jeans are also too tight, especially in the waist. I can only do up the zipper by lying down, but having done so, they're not uncomfortable. (Okay, maybe they are cutting my right kidney in half. But only the right one.) (I call these the cock jeans because they have a strategic faded area where your junk would sit if you dressed left and had the kind of tackle that caused wear and tear to denim. Does that mean they are also Inappropriate? Probably.)
What I really want is some fashionably sweeping baggy jeans suchlike the fashionable have, even though my small silvery somewhat spherical person will look very silly in them. But such trousers cannot be got anyplace I've looked yet (which is to say at Mark's, where jeans are eternally skinny and low-slung).
My job tomorrow is to print off some materials for mom and dad about how to choose a retirement home, and get a gift for the staff at the hospital. Then Friday I fly over.
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