Colorday

I walked ~1.25 miles yesterday. I did it in three rounds—half mile, another half and then one quarter without the rollator. YEA me!

This will be the first winter in three years that I’ll be able to regularly leave the house for more than just hospital trips. Clothing-wise I’m all prepared. Sort of. I need to dig out my wool hat (which Michal knit for me!), my heavy winter coat, warm scarves and gloves. I seem to have just one long sleeve shirt now. Where are all my goddamn turtlenecks?

Also, winter boots? No clue where those are (or what they even look like). It’s been THAT long since I’ve walked on snow and ice. I expect we’ll soon be heavily investing in rock salt.

Just FYI and shit, by 6:30 this lovely yet exceptionally chilly (32º!) AM, I’d already rollatored .66 of a mile. Later, around 2PM when it’s warmed into the mid 40s, I’ll try for another half mile or so.
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It’s time for the catty portion of this morning’s post.

In this pic from a 45 spawn’s wedding, why is La Gargoyle wearing black when pastel seems to have been the official wedding color theme. For that matter, Beavis’s wife, clad in a disco era, silver glitter, check-out-my-vay-jay-jay costume, is also magnificently out of step with Marla’s, Nazi wife’s and daughter-wife’s apparel choices.

 La Gargoyle’s over-the-top spackled on ultra dark eye makeup, the giant bat wings of her funereal frock on top of her being so much shorter than the others (despite wearing tall spike heels and not being at all short to begin with) really makes her stand out and not in a good way.

If I was stuck having to be in some bleach blonde, pastel princess line up I wouldn’t have gone all Goth or Disco Queen. Yeah, even I’m not that socially clueless and devoid of consideration. (I also wouldn't wear a peach sheath so pale as to read as white)

I’m just curious—how many thousands of dollars (millions?) worth of plastic surgery, hair dye and greasepaint are on display in this pic?

Now I have Kermit singing in my head. Not a bad thing!
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Now that I’ve got THAT out of my system—ya know what really bugs me about my crap memory? I’ll tell you—I’ve forgotten what a lot of glaze ingredients do. Sure, I remember that cobalt carb is for blues, copper carb does greens, iron oxide yields reds and if I put a pot whose glaze contains chrome oxide next to one with zinc (is it zinc?) in an oxidation environment, the one with zinc (?) will blush—get big-ass flashes of pink to burgundy. It’s wicked cool.

Why does it pain me to have mislaid this info (somewhere deep in the dark corners of my bean)? Because I loved this shit! I loved knowing how all these chemicals interact.

It’s magic. I felt like a wizard whilst mixing up the medicine.

In an alternate universe maybe, after coming off the carnival road at 22, I moved to Vermont and got a gig at Bennington Potters.