The sweater as metaphor

I think my new sweater is purple. The Princess thinks it’s navy blue.
And that pretty much sums up our whole relationship.

We differ, we have strong opinions, but we really think very much along the same lines. And although we argue, our views are very similar. Our differences don’t really matter much at all, but sometimes they get in the way just because they are differences.

Anyway, that’s my take on things.

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Today is my nephew Jack’s fifth birthday! We must celebrate all day. We will make paper hats, and blow on horns, and put on large shoes and march around the house. And we will have a cake in his honor! For today is a glorious day! It’s Jack’s birthday and the world is happy!

Happy birthday wonderful boy!!!

Performance review

Commentary on two performances:

1. Roger Daltrey’s during the Super Bowl halftime show. He was actually singing the whole long medley, and he did a great job. But I did notice that they did not show him doing the iconic scream in Baba O’Riley. I took this to mean that it was either taped, or he lipsynced it. Which is entirely understandable for a guy in his mid- to late-sixties. Overall I thought The Who did very well, but nobody beats Prince’s performance a few years ago.

2. I ran two miles nonstop today at 5.2 mph. That was about 22.30 minutes worth of straight running, and my goal is 25 minutes. So I feel pretty good about it. I don’t hurt, although I might tomorrow. Eventually, I want to run a 5k (3.1 miles) at about 5.5 or more mph. By then, it should be warm enough to take my exercise outside on the bike trails. This will be much harder than the treadmill, but much more enjoyable. Something to look forward to.

Also, I’m loving the use of Cheap Trick’s “Dream Police” as a new anthem: “Green Police” in the new Audi commercial. Cheap Trick could use some royalties. They seem like a bunch of good guys. And, what’s with all the first quarter commercials about guys not wearing pants?

Looking up

I thought I’d go out to the Walgreen’s this afternoon and buy some chocolate. You know, make myself feel better.

I went to the Gap store instead. I don’t know why. It was not premeditated. But that’s where I ended up. I haven’t been to that store in well over a year. I haven’t felt that I could buy anything better than old navy stuff.

But I wanted a new pair of jeans. My old favorite gap jeans are huge on me now. So I tried on a size 14 and a 12. I swam in them.

I was flummoxed, flabbergasted and perplexed. I asked the salesperson to get me a size ten. And it fit! My belly is still kinda big and flabby, so I’m actually a lumpy 10, but I am a size ten!

I then bought another pair of pants and a couple of tops and a sweater on sale. Then I went over to Gap body and got a nice bra in a smaller size and some cute underpants. Everything fits! I could pass out!

I tell ya, that sure made me feel better than chocolate.

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On a related side note: I think part of my emotional roller-coaster could possibly be blamed on perimenopause. I’m getting hot flashes again, and my cycle is becoming more irregular, so the mood swings kinda make sense.

Not that that makes it any better, but at least I have a scapegoat now.