A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and
I work at a Walmart in customer service. The only thing worse than wearing sweatpants in public is wearing pajamas in public. I've had customers who looked like they rolled out of bed, put on their sneakers or slippers or crocs, whichever is more convenient, and came to the store. In the process, they didn't shower, comb their hair, or brush their teeth. That is a sad story.
ReplyDeleteHello Jon. Thank you for your comment. Yes, I know what you are talking about, and it absolutely boggles the mind. How are things like brushing one's hair/teeth, washing one's face, and pulling on a pair of jeans that fit so difficult before a person leaves home? It's beyond me the depths to which apparently lots of people will allow themselves to sink.
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Heinz-Ulrich von B.