26th June 2018
Kelli is very particular about clothes, her closet is very extensive and precious. Every day she sets out her choices to wear, although the first is not necessarily what she ends up with.
I make fun of her habit of regularly changing throughout the day.
Today we were taking furniture out of the Tin Roof and driving up to Hudsonville. Being fashionable, Kelli wore a loose Kimono that flowed in the light breeze. It looked great, but practical, no. This was tested as we were carrying a bookcase into Painted Farmgirl. The sleeve slipped off her shoulder and hooked around the door handle. The offending garment almost swept items off shelves as she passed by, clearly a danger to her and everyone else. I think we both agreed that a Kimono is not good work clothes.
We reworked the booth completely, adding in the new furniture, I even tried on the Kimono, to which Kelli said I looked gay, I was tempted to keep it on.
Ever since new people have moved in to the house next door, the air conditioner has kept Kelli awake at night. This is not good, and required some drastic action. I suggested filling the fan full of rocks causing it to explode, or encasing it in concrete, but the solution is much less destructive. Now part of the nighttime routine is to cover the window with foam boarding and cushions. This seems to work, but means that it’s bloody dark in the mornings.
Another Lifetime to go 