lucy wightman

My Navy Blue Sweats

I get sad when my navy blue sweats are just over the line, too dirty to wear, even privately

I hesitate when the casual dry Swiffer run yields a cushion of dark lint and long blond hairs

It hurts when my feet crack and I peel them in my sleep

I feel irritated by how I make the bathwater too hot every damn time

The most hopeless time is when I correct the above-mentioned bathwater and it is now cold

I am honestly surprised by how much hair is leaving this head during menopausal shedding

Nothing puts my mind in a tailspin more than the absence of an equivalent good will organization like “Locks of Love” for natural shedders

I feel most at home when my navy blue sweats are on and warm, and there is that suprising, intermittent gusty wind that gives me the chance to watch how the tiolet water moves by itself

My favorite pastime is someday not having so much time for pastimes

I get a teeny bit angry when I can’t sleep

It makes me a little mad when I think about not sleeping

I am steaming up about thinking about how I think about not sleeping

If there is one thing enrages me it’s the teeny bit of anger about not sleeping

If I had three wishes I would only wish for three things I can’t have anyway

If I was stuck on a deserted island the person I would most want with me would be someone who could brainstorm about who I would want and how to choose without making anyone feel bad or gypping myself

My favorite food is wine

My least favorite food is whatever lands a sneak strand of my menopausal hair

I love velcro, bungies (genuine brand, round not flat), and Winkle

I hate  that my navy blue sweats are so worn and comfy and are just too dirty to wear right now and that now I feel bad because of the last question and I can see how I made poor, impulsive, insensitive choices and did not have enough time to list all of the people I love

It’s a teeny bit embarassing when I lather up my feet with greasy lotion after a lukewarm bath and I forget my socks, I walk to get them, lather up again, put my socks on, and clean the floors for two hours because truth be told I actually forgot where I keep my socks

The best thing about dirty laundry is I can crumple it up into a heap and then knowing that soon I will have my navy blues again

The most embarassing thing is when I forget about how sad I was at one time and put the navy blue sweat pants on anyway and go out

I feel stupid knowing how scalding hot water makes my feet crack

I annoy myself when I think right now how I set up for later and when later is here I just set up again.