What's the blog for if not to celebrate the tiny victories? The other night, I noticed that a button had fallen off one of my button-down shirt. This was distressing because I'd worn the shirt to go to the post office and send a package out to France. I now wonder if the female staffer had left her post not because she'd made data-entry typos but because she'd gotten sick of looking through my shirt at my still-massive, rippling gut.
Anyway, I found the button lying under my dining table. Since I have one of those pocket-sized mini sewing kits that comes with needles, thread, and minuscule scissors, I broke that out, myopically threaded a needle, then sewed the button back onto my shirt. I'm a veteran at putting buttons back onto shirts, probably because I wear my shirts until they're pretty worn down, so I've experienced a lot of popped-off, dropped-off, and lost buttons. For someone with big, clumsy, fat fingers, sewing is a slow, delicate process, but I can get it done.
Well, it's almost 2:30. Time to go out for a stroll.
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