I cut the prickly pear at the house today with a saw. And yes, I got stuck. Again. I don’t know how. I’m careful, but not careful enough – obviously.
In other news in the middle of the weird zone:
I mailed some warm up pants to my niece in Georgia with $80 zipped in the pocket of the pants. She texted me to let me know about my loss and her windfall. On first thought, you would think that was some senile thing I had done with my own money. Not quite. I had bought the pants for about $10 on the clearance rack. No, I do not check the pockets of stuff I buy.
I bought the pants to jog the trail between here and Rockaway. These pants were robin egg blue, which is not black. I love black, but for $10 I thought I could overcome these pants’ deficit. After 5 months of hanging in my closet, I realized I couldn’t wear that color (unless hell froze over) and mailed them to my niece. There in the left pants pocket was a roll of $20 bills, equaling $80.
And yes, this week, I am going back to that store and check the pockets of everything on their clearance rack.