random thoughts – Day 2,049 (Sunday) – stuff and air compressors

It was a slow start to the morning compounded by forgetting we were invited to wear Halloween costumes to dance class today. This had me racing around looking for something that didn’t require much effort and that I could shed quickly after class and change into civilian clothes. The solution was a 1960s style psychedelic colored/patterned dress bought in a Boston thrift store decades ago with lime green fishnet tights and a black sequin newsboy cap. Once upon a time I wore it to nightclubs. Now it hangs in a closet, pulled out for the first time in a decade for a Sunday morning dance practice. After class it was generic jeans and a wool sweater.

The next eight hours of the day were, depending upon how you view it, either mostly wasted or delightfully leisurely. Meaning, I did very little. Bare basics were handled and I fed myself. The bed was stripped, sheets laundered, and the bed remade. I watched Pernille, a Norwegian dramedy on Netflix. I listened to an Egyptian song by the artist Hakim for a potential choreography and decided that now I don’t like it as much as when I heard it in a belly dance documentary during the week.

Time was spent looking at portable air compressor pumps online because the temperature dropped and the car tires are low again. It was a nice run of a few weeks since the last airing up and I’m 100% over chasing down quarters and gas station air pumps. Thus the appeal of my very own wonderous and amazing tire inflator thingy.

So many confusing options.

The challenge with buying a portable tire pump thingy is that there are a million of them out there at a range of price points from the low “do I trust this $25 item” to the high “is this $129 one really better?”. The product descriptions read like a foreign language. Beyond getting from Point A to Point B, gas prices, and radio stations, I have minimal interest in vehicle related stuff and despise the fact that I even have to be searching for this crap. Errrrr.