I took this picture from the bedroom window. We’ve had snow, sleet, rain, icy rain, sleet, and more rain.
It could be a clue to the whereabouts of the family below, who were last seen sunning themselves over the weekend.
Yep, the creek has definitely risen around here.
Dearly Beloved and I have had MUCH togetherness. This weather makes him restless. He wants to take a walk, mess around in the yard….get some exercise.
Me? As long as I have an arse to sit on, I’m good.
What does DB do during the house-bound days?
1. Watch ballgames, read.
2. Walk around the house, hands in pockets, asking what I’M doing. (Frankly, when I’m sitting here with yarn and knitting needles in my hand, the question seems unnecessary. . . !)
We’re not exactly fashion idols on these sloggy days. Despite DB’s having a classic wardrobe that snakes through four bedroom closets, he’s wearing frayed pants I bought him 20 years ago at Sam’s Club, along with a golf shirt with a large permanent stain on it right where Dagwood Bumstead has his big button. Sometimes he adds a sweatshirt we received as a premium for a National Public Radio donation when Bill Clinton was President.
Not that I’m criticizing . . I have on sweatpants, a shirt, no bra, and Christmas socks.
Even the dog is overdue for grooming.
Sitting around in this attire, it seems incongruous that we’d be criticizing other people’s looks, but we’ve seen some standouts lately. During the slew of basketball games DB has watched lately, I’ve noticed that several of the coaches have styled their hair and manner of dress so that they look like contemporaries of Al Capone. What is with that?
Even DB, who never makes fun of anyone, pointed out an academic type on PBS News and warned, “If his wife ever volunteers to help you select my clothes, the correct answer is NO THANK YOU.”
My guess is that the professor was single, ’cause I don’t believe a wife would have let him go on national TV in an olive suit, hot pink shirt, and red tie.
This weekend, someone sent me another round of The People of Wal-Mart pictures. I confess that they fascinate me. In this batch was a woman whose hair looked like two cones of brown cotton candy stuck to her head. There’s no way a comb has passed through that hair since puberty. I’m certain that her sister or cousin sat in front of me at the movies and rearranged that stormcloud of hair over my popcorn.
I have been curious about the People of Wal-Mart site. . . how it came to be, who started it. According to Time Magazine, a young man from Indiana set it up with his brother and a friend, having been inspired by a tour of a South Carolina Wal-Mart. No surprise there. The Midwest has always been behind us in cutting edge fashion attire.
I suppose it’s our east coast location that helps our Fashionista inclinations. Need proof? Look in the Sunday fashion section of The New York Times. Line that runway with shelves of Beanie-Weenies or toilet paper and paper towels and what do you see?
Welcome, Wal-Mart shoppers!