this may be the end

My pants, purchased in 2017, have just about had it:

new rip as of this morning

I've taken these pants in for repairs so often that I've probably paid more for the repairs, at this point, than for the original pants. I recently bought two new pairs of hiking pants, but they're a little tight, so I'll have to shrink into them. Meantime, I've got my jeans. They're not the best walking pants (denim can be abrasive over long distances), and they lack cargo pockets, but for now, they'll do. I hate to say goodbye to the pants I've worn faithfully since 2017, but with rips like the above happening almost weekly, now, I think it's time to bow to reality, do the proper Buddhist thing, and let go of my attachments. 

Ave, atque, vale, pants.