The Pajama Store

Call me slightly reserved, conservative, or even old fashioned?  I'm finding it shocking still after many years of the "it's okay to wear your pj's in public" look.  I'm trying to evolve with the times, heck I have an ipad now.  Got one last month.  I have the chip on my visa too and I don't wear one on my shoulder.   This is just a little observation that seems foreign to me.  I'm in line at Vons buying some turkey sausage,  almond milk and bananas.  I notice the sweet gal in front of me is wearing Light Pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and some blue fuzzy slippers.  It's 2pm.  I'm caught in a magnetic gaze for moment, then turn my head toward the candy, the several gum options and now the 6 flavors of m&m's.  I can't look ahead at her.  I don't want to stare.  I try to keep my face in a normal semi relaxed interested in the candy tone.  

She may have only had time to get half dressed.  Yes, that's it.  Maybe she was buying emergency dog food, or milk for her kids, or condoms.  I'm not making assumptions, just find it interesting.

I think there are some folks that actually wear these threads intentionally.  I really do.  I've seen 'em in various places...very various places.

I have an idea for a new shopping experience.  The Pajama Store.  Folks are free to wear their pj's, long t-shirts, boxers and almost whatever they sleep in.  Robes would also be acceptable.  Nothing transparent though until after 10pm.  


I admit that every now and again I wear a giant necklace, feathered earrings or a ridiculous cocktail ring to a non cocktail party.  I get that we are all different and want to feel good in our skin and clothes.  

So maybe it's something I need to try.  I shall expand my little world.  Now...where is my "This IS my sexy lingerie" night shirt?

Weird Science

It is Monday.  It is a therapeutic sort of weekly event sort of eve.  It's renewal, it's refreshing, it's "science project" night.  What is that?  you ask.  It's trash day tomorrow and time to get rid of all those leftovers in the fridge that one hopefully intends to respice, rehome, or remake?  

The crockpot chili which started out vegan.  Then turkey was added (happy farm turkey), then corn (from Ohio, hopefully), then...some Indian spices.  Dot, not feather. It transformed over two days.  Very good though.  Those Bollywood workout dvd's have had an influence on the home menus!!  

The Brussels sprouts are now tossed.  So sad!  This really bugs me as I know there are so many hungry people in this world.  Know that I am aware and constantly doing my little part to help.  These are very  good with bruschetta sauce from Trader Joes...another "first world" luxury.  

Cottage cheese was a littly "iffy" says hubby.
What about that cantelope that's near the back of the fridge, behind the Bullseye bbq sauce? 

We are thankful for what we have.  We acknowledge that we are fortunate and living in a special beach breeze area and are among certain percentages.  Goodness, our cats even have the best, mostly...besides not being able to go outdoors (another blog).

Radishes seem to be very thriving.  Keep.


Check cantelope.  It's still good!!  Cut up and put in bowl.

Cilantro.  Wilty.  We did use it twice though.  That stuff I don't take for granted.  We paid $4 a bunch for it back in Sicily, even had to know which day it was flown in. The Sicilians don't use it.  They have their Italian parsley or whatnot.

So there ya go.  Clean fridge.  If only I could do the same with the clutter on the desk and tables.

All In A Days Work

Mostly daily walk in shorts and a jacket, a few stares, good morning senor, park Mark talks baseball, he's awesome, says the Giants will win the series probably, light Bollywood mini dance, close blinds, restart Bollywood dvd, taxes done, as in really done, dishes round 2, straighten hair, straighten house, do laundry, no don't do laundry, rain, real rain, cats to get their shots, blog, wear new glasses, blog about wearing new glasses, look at Camping World website, 2 items are still in cart, do laundry,  listen to the monotony of the golf channel, it's the Master's you know, Trader Mings chicken stir fry, yes it was good, dinner with a knife, please don't do that, think about going to a movie, but don't go to a movie, go on Camping World website, look at my cuticles, they are horrific, buy the 2 items from Camping World, free shipping, yes one of them is a garden flag, call sister, think of nieces soccer game in La Jolla, wish I was there to watch, go Tritons, and such, an indoor day.

It Could Happen To You

Until it happens to you.  We all think it's only for other people.  This will not happen to us.  Blah, blah, blah.  I hear them and their muted rants.  I hear their tones.  However, it will happen to all of us, if we are lucky enough.

Things seem to be in better focus all of a sudden.  It's a hard thing to get used to though, a new perspective.  You've been doing fine in this wonderful world all this time, and then it happens to you, yes you.  Although it's not a really bad thing, it's just a thing, a process (Hi Billy Crystal) and such.  

The fine print gets clearer and your mind gets a bit more fuzzy.  You know it's best for you and you subconsciously fight it.  

Embrace your eyeglasses!!  Your "readers" or your "progressives" like I just inherited (well, or coughed up a few hundred dollars for).  I had to get the good ones, I had to. 

The gal at the eye shop had stated to me on my way out the door..."Why aren't you wearing them?".  Yes, well why not, I replied.  I put them on and slithered out of the eyeglass section, the sunglasses section, and then the lobby.  All was fine until I stepped outdoors.  The sidewalk seemed to be a little higher than I remembered.  I did a quick pause as if I had hit an imaginary wall.  Woah!!  I said that out loud.  My prescription is for reading, semi close up and distance.  Distance is just a faint Rx, I think.  In the olden days (not long ago), there were bifocals, now they call them progressive lenses (if you can't see the line) distinguishing the two.  Let's just say I have sort of tri-focals.  I then gently pull them down on my nose and walk the 25 feet to my car.  Whew!!  Thankfully, I didn't fall.  I'm supposed to wear them a week straight to get used to them.  Goodness, it hasn't even been five minutes.  I get into my car and put them on.  I have a gander in the small mirror on the visor.  Okay, I like. I then look out the car window and things seemed to move and melt before my eyes.  Certain structures now appeared to resemble Gaudi type buildings, and my cell phone was now oval on the ends...or at least distorted.  This will take some getting used to I say.  I won't attempt driving today.  Not just yet.

If we  get old enough, my sister says (eye doctor), we will all need glasses.  So I embrace and accept that my 50 years of 20/16 vision has ended and ironically in 2016.  I was always very proud of my better than average vision.  My brother was also in the same category.  Wonder if he's there yet?  Great vision though was just one of my inherited genes, so I really shouldn't take credit for that.  It's like being tall, some people get lucky.