Pantless

I'm betting that most of the country isn't getting flowers this time of the year. This is a Hibiscus flower on one of my plants. Hibiscus does very well here so long as it gets a little respite from the full sun and is watered appropriately in summer. It also needs some protection against our occasionally freeze in winter.

Our high today was eighty-seven, I'm fairly sure that is about ten degrees above normal. The weather geeks continue to predict a cooling trend, also know as winter in most places, but they keep getting it wrong. No wonder my Hibiscus continues to flower.

Man, today was a near total bust. I decided to go to the store this morning to buy some long pants. I own long pants but I have blazed a new trail fashion-wise. I call it vagrant chic, and I needed something in keeping with that look. Who knows, any month now it may get too cold for shorts and I need to be ready.

I have a problem buying pants. I am too tall and kind of chunky around the middle. Evidently, in the land where buyers live, all the chunky guys are short. My choice are limited to too short or too tight.

I went to Kohl's first. Maybe you have Kohl's where you live. They are a mid-range department store. I think that they must be having a big sale because the joint was crawling with harried women, carrying loads of clothes. There were also a respectable collection of old guys milling around while their wives shopped. That was a total bust.

I went and met my friend Greg for some tea and we sat around and shot the breeze for a bit. Then I was off to the mall.

We have an upscale store called Dillards in the mall by our house, so I checked their men's department. That was no go. Who spends fifty bucks on pants? Okay, so most men spend way more, but Merle Sneed is not most men.

Macy's had three types of pants in the men's department, gangsta, executive or executive on the weekend. Okay that is a bit of a stretch, but their choices seem to be for guys who are climbing the corporate ladder or young men with very slim waists. I am neither, in case you missed it. In the end I came home empty-handed.

I also went to the barbershop. I have written about the shop I go to, an odd place with a ever-changing cast of characters. There was no one there and the sign taped to the door said, "back at two." It was four-fifteen. Total bust again.

On the way home a guy on the corner had cut down some buffelgrass and piled it at the curb. I stopped and filled a trash bag with the clippings and put it in the compost heap. I envisioned someone looking out the window and saying, "Bufford, some guy is stealing the grass".

Buffelgrass is an invasive plant that some jackass planted here decades ago and it has become a big problem. An African native, it crowds out native plants and is a real range fire threat.








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