Several years ago, when I had a few weeks between selling one condo and getting possession of my new one, I stayed in a residential hotel in a furnished unit with a kitchen but no laundry.

I put almost everything, including most of my clothing, into temporary storage.  I lived for those weeks with two pairs of pants, two shirts, two pairs of socks, two sets underwear and a pair of jeans. Every night after work I washed one set of shirt, socks and underwear and hung them in the shower to dry.  On the weekend when there was no housekeeping in the unit I washed one pair of pants on Friday evening, and the other pair on Saturday evening.

Doing that for those weeks, making simple meals in the small kitchen, having almost nothing around me that I owned,  I was really so happy.

TP

 

I grew up with parents who lived through the Depression and a world war with rationing and our household was always very conscious of waste of any kind and there was always a stock of supplies (like toilet paper) in the house.

I wonder if all of us going through this pandemic will for the rest of our lives always be sure to have a stock of things like toilet paper in our homes.

Size

 

I needed new undershirts so I bought two three-packs from two different brands.

One set is a perfect fit, the other is too large.  I measured from the neck seam to the shoulder seam and there is a 1 inch difference between the two brands.  Underarm seam to bottom there is a 2 inch difference.

Does "size" on packaging mean nothing at all?

How do you decide what to buy when things are in sealed packaging and you can't try them on?

Also:  These shirts say "100% cotton" but the fabric feels totally different than the "100% cotton" fabric on my older t-shirts.  What's going on?

White Noise

 

Judging by the number of white noise, brown noise, pink noise, rainfall, storm, blizzard, airplane and many other sound postings available to listen to on YouTube, I am far far from the only one bothered by annoying noise from their fucking neighbours.  And I do not mean noise because they're having sex.

 

This morning I was walking down the sidewalk and came upon this woman with two huge dogs, standing talking to someone and blocking the entire sidewalk.  I stepped onto some leaves beside the sidewalk on top of what I though was a lawn but turned out to be some sort of hole with a pipe in it.  I twisted my foot and almost fell down.  

I get so fed up with these inconsiderate dog people who go around smiling and seem to think that everyone finds their dogs as fascinating as they do.

I wish this stupid fad for dogs downtown would soon end.

Also this morning I saw someone at Yonge and Bloor walking a husky.  By what mental process does anyone come to think that having a HUSKY in the downtown of a city is a reasonable thing to do?

Fast Food Whining

Today I ordered a ham+turkey sub at Subway.  So she proceeds to make a ham sub.  And as always, I say nothing, just accept it, and seethe inwardly for a while.  

Do I not speak clearly or do people just not listen?

I love the order terminals at MacDonalds where you don't have to deal with a person except to pick up your order.  If you don't order the right thing it's clearly your own fault.

The second last time I was at Swiss Chalet they messed up my order, which I didn't find out until I got home and opened the bag.  The last time I was at Swiss Chalet the fries were so dry they seemed like they were leftover from the day before and reheated.

I shouldn't be eating fast food anyway.

Also, why do so many fast good places not have menus up where you can see them?  It's like they assume everyone goes to them so often they have the menu memorized.  If you're an occasional customer you're lost.