A Moot Point

Perhaps my readers have noticed that I expend a great deal of time and energy worrying about things that never come to fruition. I say, why bust up a good pattern?

Mrs. Leslie took my son to his event (Pinewood Derby qualifying heats), and left me at home with the girls. So, I got neither anticipated outcome. No alone time to be Leslie, no bonding with my boy. I'm okay with the latter. We're close, and he frankly didn't care much about this, though he had his best showing ever and qualified for the district competition. He expressed no interest in going to district, however, so it's not a big deal to him.

I was quite disappointed about my perceived opportunity disappearing, on the other hand. I stewed about it all day, and finally addressed the problem with my wife. She laughed, and told me I was dreaming. She said that she had never intended for the girls to go along, and they didn't go last year either. I shared that the last three months have been very difficult, as the house is never empty of others, and I don't feel safe to do my thing. She's sympathetic, but she made no offers or suggestions to rectify the problem. Just something I'll have to deal with, I guess.

As I write this, I am going ahead with my clothing exploration, figuring out what I have that might go into a new(ish) outfit. I mentioned some weeks ago the two items that my wife graciously passed on to me. I have cut the shoulder pads from the red linen jacket, and I think I will find some use for it, despite it being a bit large for me. The garish sweater, well, on the advice of Sophie, I am keeping it. I've worn it some around the house, and I like the way it feels and fits. I also like the cut of it. The design is growing on me. I'm not ready to show it to the world, but with as little as I have, I'd be a fool to dismiss something that doesn't make me upchuck. That's a low bar, but who am I kidding? Beggars can't be choosers.