[Editor’s note: Apologies for my belatedness.]
Sunday, October 24
The rain has arrived at last! My bedroom has cathedral ceilings so I can hear it pelting overhead: a glorious if unfamiliar sound. An “atmospheric river,” they call this soggy phenomenon. I hope the storm marks the end of the horrific fire season. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such steady precipitation in the Bay Area since I arrived in 1975: about thirty hours all told, without a break.
Sumpy the Sump Pump East and Sumpy the Sump Pump West, inhabitants of my basement, are hard at work as water seeps in beneath the exterior basement door and encroaches from the deepening water in my backyard.
And my heaters are on for the first time since last winter.
Monday, October 25
While *I* know better than to leave anything remotely edible outside my house, clearly there are those in my neighborhood who haven’t yet learned that painful lesson. Here in my driveway, some innocent’s miniature Halloween pumpkin, purloined from their porch, is being decimated.
On Spending Money I Don’t Have, Part 87: As you might know, StitchFix is an online clothing distributor whose website lets you specify the kind of garments you’re looking for, price range, and style preferences, and they pick stuff for you, giving you a preview before they pop it into the mail. Ember and Jesse had huge success with their recent orders so I decided to give it a go, since I hate shopping and rarely go into stores anyway. In the personal profile section I specified, among other things, no all-over or large prints.
Here’s what their “stylist” selected just for me:
Perfect—if I were a resident of a Tampa retirement home. Jeez. I wonder if they just looked at my age and chose accordingly, so I added the following description before they made another attempt:
I may be 67, but I don’t like old lady clothes. I’m hipper than that. But no Boho.
Friday, October 29
Stupid StitchFix. My box of five “goodies” arrived today.
What I Specifically Requested
No polyester shirts
No skinny jeans
What I Received
Two polyester shirts
Two pairs skinny jeans
Saturday, October 30
Hard to believe that Dad died 18 years ago today.
I paid a brief visit to Molly and Josh in their backyard.
You’ll recall that she and I have matching outfits that we wear when we see each other. Today there was a slight twist to that ritual.
So glad to read another post! At first glimpse, I simply thought that — like you and me — you had “shrunk” and Molly was towering over you as a result. Silly me!
Did you then need to return the unfortunate clothing choices? I hope THEY pay!