… I sell books and pump gas. It’s good exercise. Trust me. 🙂
Whew. I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I’ve posted here. I’m filling in for an employee at our bookstore cum gas station, and I’m trying to get some more books ready to publish (I’ve self-published two already, and that’s working out all right), and our church observes Lent with extra services, and I’m participating in a weekly Bible study group, plus I’m doing research for future books, and I’m trying to do more volunteer work, and… the house is a mess, and I’m just not getting online. There doesn’t seem to be time for it just now. Well, no, more specifically, it’s way down the priority list right now, and I generally don’t make time for it. Sorry about that. To everything there is a season…
Speaking of seasons, right after I wrote in late February that we were getting hints of spring, we had a snowstorm. And another. And another. Etc. We’re having a respite, but I’m not at all sure winter is done with us yet.
But back to my opening point: Oregon being in contention for The Most Old-Maidish Nanny State Going, it is illegal to pump your own gas in this state. Oregon also being in contention for some sort of Anti-Economics Prize, it has raised the minimum wage and other costs of doing business to the point a small business like ours loses money if it hires people. Therefore, when one of our employees told us she was going out of town to visit a daughter who was expecting a baby, we decided it made far more sense for me to work her shifts than to hire somebody. And so I have been learning which muscles get used a lot in pumping gas for hours at a time, that don’t get used while sitting in a chair reading or typing on a laptop. Oh, well. It’s probably good for me. And the fresh air and sunshine are nice. And, so far at least, the blizzards have been bearable.
I am causing a bit of a stir, though, in that I pretty much live in skirts and dresses (I have a few pants, but rarely wear them), and so am pumping gas while wearing midi length, modest skirts. For some reason, quite a few people think this is odd. I think it’s practical, and comfortable, and no big deal. I figure people will get used to it.
For the record, I am wearing everyday skirts, and not ridiculously fancy ones, or anything that can’t be tossed in the washing machine just like a pair of jeans. In cold weather, I wear appropriate underlayers, as many as needed. I’m too old to worry about whether I’m as svelte as humanly possible. (And, besides, I’ve lost twenty pounds since last summer. Even with layers, I’m better than I was. Ahem.) Long johns can be hidden under thick knee socks or leggings, if the skirt doesn’t reach down to the footwear. There are ways, in other words, to make this work in cold weather.
I am ready for spring, though. Definitely.