First Day of Summer

It's official!  Summer is here and the weather actually reflected that.  It wasn't hot, but nice and warm which is good enough for me.  I even bought my first watermelon of the summer.  I have had terrible luck for the past few years,with apparently no decent melons in the area but I was feeling summery, so I bought one.  It was unusually heavy for it's size, but it was nice and round and green.  When I cut it, I figured out why---the rind to flesh ratio is way off, nearly half and half.  So I had very little actual watermelon to eat.  But what was there was pretty good, and it's still early. July holds promise.

I'm hearing of a "supermoon" that will be in the sky this weekend and I'm making plans to see it.  I'm trying to figure out where a good spot might be to get a good picture.  As far as plans are concerned, that's about as far as I've gotten.  Except for cleaning.  There's always something that needs to be straightened, cleaned or organized since I downsized.  I admit that I have more stuff than I can house.  I got rid of a lot when I moved from a house to an apartment, but of course I didn't stop finding, collecting and buying, so I'm running out of space.

A year or so ago, my son, still in junior high, suggested that I start wearing "outfits".  I guess my uniform didn't fit the bill.  It's not like I wear the same thing every day--I have at least eight pairs of black yoga pants so I switch up all the time.  I also have a ton of t-shirts in an array of colors like blue, gray, brown and black.   Oh well, I suppose I see his point.  Don't get me wrong--I have sweaters, jackets, skirts and dresses.  Some black, some gray, but I love bright colors and I do have them in my closet, it's just that when I get dressed most days, I'm trying to be comfortable and stay under the radar.  I'm not trying to call any extra attention to the fact that I am way out of shape.  Getting dressed up is a bit of a chore.  All the undergarments have to be right.  Different clothing calls for different bras.  If I wear a dress, I'm going to need a shaper.  Those things are most uncomfortable, squeezy, hot and suffocating. So I save the agony for special occasions, Sundays and job interviews. Maybe the sweating and wheezing have something to do with me not getting call backs.  (I'll give that some thought later.) Still, he's getting older and wants me to dress like the other moms--the ones with corporate jobs, high-profile careers, or just have the time and inclination to get dolled up before heading out the door.  So I've been wearing a lot more outfits.  I'm getting used to it.  And that means that I'm back to buying clothes, shoes and bags.  I have far less than a lot of women I know, but it's still more than I currently need and definitely more than I can store.  Periodically my niece "purges" her closet and I end up with an infusion of more clothing.

 Even with my frequent donations, I'm in no danger of running out of outfits any time soon.  With my daughter coming home in a few weeks, I'm close to being in panic mode.  I think I'm going to have to repurpose the porch into a dressing room.  So much for no plans for the weekend!

Don't forget to enjoy the sky show on Sunday!