Pretty greasy path underfoot this morning. Should have worn boots instead of my steel-toed shoes, but I’m heading directly into work right after sunrise. And I wasn’t thinking clearly enough when I left to realize that I could have worn the boots and brought the shoes in the pickup with me. Ah, well.
I’m wondering why it is manufacturers can’t manage to create an outfit that sheds water when walking through damp grass and getting lightly spat upon by the skies, and yet breathes well enough that the person inside doesn’t swelter when walking. I suppose it’s one of those cases where it’s not quite possible to have the best of both worlds.
And honestly, the bugs are more irritating than the clammy and yet gritty feel of my damp and sweaty skin.
See, a few days ago I underwent my semi-annual hack job. I grow my hair out until it’s long enough to donate – ten inches, minimum. By then, I’m usually getting it caught between my back and the seat in the truck. Ever experienced not being able to turn your head far enough to check your blind spot? That’s what happens when your noggin is pinned in place by your ponytail. At that point, it’s time to get it cut.
But it has drawbacks. Most notable is that you no longer have a built-in switch to clear away the bugs. So all the way up my ears were getting buzzed, and when I had the poncho hood down I didn’t even have enough hair length left (it’s just above my shoulders now) to swat them. Drives me crazy, even though on the whole I prefer short hair.
But I suppose that’s what they invented bug spray for, right? And I am fond of the scent of the lemon-eucalyptus variety I use. (Absolutely hate anything with DEET. Hate the scent, hate the greasy feel, and not fond of the thought that I’m putting poison on my skin that then absorbs into my system. Lemon-eucalyptus oil is much better.)