This morning I decided I would make the effort and go shopping for clothes.  This is not an activity I in any way enjoy.

I went into several stores, even tried some things on, but no luck.

One problem of course is that I don't like the current men's fashions.  (Yes, OK, I'm old.)

I also don't like the colours.   This is at least the second summer when almost everything is in tones of blue, black or grey with the occasional dash of pink or coral.   One of my decisions in working toward a minimalist wardrobe has been to buy/wear only clothes in the beige, brown, green and (subdued) yellow pallet.   Shirts in those tones are pretty much non-existent on the shelves.

Another issue for me is the smarmy pushy sales clerks in so many stores.   Especially the ones who want to give you "advice".   Anytime I've listened to a sales clerk about what to purchase I've come to regret it - often those are the items that end up going to Goodwill after a year or two of not being worn.

Fortunately, as a senior citizen, no one actually cares what you wear because they don't even notice that you exist.   (Often now people walk straight at me on the sidewalk as though I'm invisible - it's like they expect they will be able to walk right through me like I'm mist).

Nowadays I wear clothes until they're frayed and give up on them only when they actually develop one or more holes that are beyond stitching up.

But eventually I'm going to run out of things to wear and have to find something new to buy.

Today I watched this guy driving downtown in heavy traffic with this woman scrunched up against him in the front seat shoving food in his mouth while he was trying to make a turn through a crowd of pedestrians.

Stupid.

Even as a teenager I used to think it looked so cheap and silly when girls rode around glued to some guy trying to drive.

What is it with people who think it's just fine to bang the door of their condo unit?
Not even to just let it bang shut, but to actively pull it so it bangs.


It's a lifetime of dealing with this sort of self-centered self-involved ignorance that leads to old people being crabby.

When I was growing up and when I was in university and for many years when I was working for a living I spent a huge amount of time wondering and worrying about what I was doing and what I could or should be doing and where I might have made the wrong decision about such things.


Now when I look back over my life I realize that in despite all this fussing most of the turning points in my life have been quite accidental.  A possibility opened up and I accepted it.  


And at times I decided to do something not because it was logical (or even sensible) but because at at that particular moment is was simply what I wanted to do.  


And maybe too often because there was something I wanted to get away from.

I understand that living in a condo that there are sometimes going to be noises from the neighbouring units.  At least in any apartment type building I have ever lived in.


But.


When you hear the same noises at essentially the same times every single day that is just someone being an inconsiderate shit.

The coating on my pizza pan has started peeling off so I decided to replace it.

I found one with holes which I did not want.

I finally found one at a reasonable price but it was 12 AND A HALF inches instead of 12.

Why would anyone decide to make a pizza pan 12 AND A HALF inches instead of 12.  I could see doing a 13 inch pan but 12 AND A HALF ?!!

It will just have to do.

But so often I find, in this world almost overwhelmed with retail choice,  that I can't get what I actually want and have to compromise in order to have something that "will do".

Today I rearranged all sorts of furniture.


Then I put it all back the way it was when I started.