Sarasota FL
This morning we headed out for a walk to the Sunrise Café. This not-so-kosher deli has amazing breakfasts. They actually include a serving of fresh fruit with every order. Yum. The café is about ½ mile from the house where we’re staying. Maureen stopped us – she was driving to a near-by shopping center. We chatted for a bit before continuing our walk.
After breakfast, we walked to a couple resale shops, hoping to find some short-sleeved shirts. Clothes are a nasty subject for me right now. For years, I haven’t bothered wearing clothes that look good on me. I’m so fat, why bother? I realize it’s a downward self-esteem spiral, but there I am. I want clothes that are comfortable, make me look as good as possible, don’t cost a lot, while instantly portraying who I am – representing my true identity - so that strangers see “me”. They also have to help me blend in so I don’t get called “sir” and we don’t get hassled for being more than “good friends”. Oh, and they have to be able to survive both the washer and the dryer – no special treatment any more. That’s a lot to expect from any clothes shop, let alone a resale shop. Still, we had pretty good luck. Kelly found an adorable girrly golf shirt and I found an orange open-weave I liked. For some reason, I can wear those scary colors like yellow, olive green, and orange. We trudged home with our new treasures. By then, it was pretty hot and I had a blister.
Later, I had quite a conversation with Geico about the cracked windshield. They sent someone out to look at it – it was less money to pay for the replacement than our deductible would have been. So, we’ll be house-bound tomorrow, waiting for the glass people to come. That’s a lot better than having to sit in a repair shop while they work on it.
This morning we headed out for a walk to the Sunrise Café. This not-so-kosher deli has amazing breakfasts. They actually include a serving of fresh fruit with every order. Yum. The café is about ½ mile from the house where we’re staying. Maureen stopped us – she was driving to a near-by shopping center. We chatted for a bit before continuing our walk.
After breakfast, we walked to a couple resale shops, hoping to find some short-sleeved shirts. Clothes are a nasty subject for me right now. For years, I haven’t bothered wearing clothes that look good on me. I’m so fat, why bother? I realize it’s a downward self-esteem spiral, but there I am. I want clothes that are comfortable, make me look as good as possible, don’t cost a lot, while instantly portraying who I am – representing my true identity - so that strangers see “me”. They also have to help me blend in so I don’t get called “sir” and we don’t get hassled for being more than “good friends”. Oh, and they have to be able to survive both the washer and the dryer – no special treatment any more. That’s a lot to expect from any clothes shop, let alone a resale shop. Still, we had pretty good luck. Kelly found an adorable girrly golf shirt and I found an orange open-weave I liked. For some reason, I can wear those scary colors like yellow, olive green, and orange. We trudged home with our new treasures. By then, it was pretty hot and I had a blister.
Later, I had quite a conversation with Geico about the cracked windshield. They sent someone out to look at it – it was less money to pay for the replacement than our deductible would have been. So, we’ll be house-bound tomorrow, waiting for the glass people to come. That’s a lot better than having to sit in a repair shop while they work on it.
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