|05:30 pm - Mundane again|
I am giddy with all my old age money and have bought a third!!! winter jacket. Granted, it's because the first two jackets are prone to that mysterious annoying smell, which may drive me into buying some kind of scented deodorant eventually, but still. Such luxury. And maybe third time's the charm. (I still want a plastic waterproof thingy, but oh well.) There were some lovely light down-filled jackets at the Fat Women's Shop, but even their 3x didn't have long enough sleeves, and the cuffs were open, not elasticized, which is death in a windy snow squall. So I have another bulky men's coat, and this one is sky blue and thus distinguishable from everybody else's coat at work.
Went and looked at my stats which gloomily confirm what I suspected all along, that I'm slowly but surely putting on weight. In spite of the wide and inexplicable day-to-day fluctuations, overall I add about a pound a month. This is probably post-65 metabolism and annoying. Am not prepared to cut out my daily lattes and croissant but can't think what else to cut.
The cherry tree, which two years ago dropped all its leaves by mid-September, is currently thinking about changing colour at October's end; and the neighbour cherry is not much farther on. Meanwhile the heart-lifting yellow whatever across the street is half bare, which makes me sad. Classic post-hot-summer greenness reigns; we may only hope the snow doesn't begin in November, before the leaves fall, as it did in (shudder) 2007.