Ten vacation thoughts

Things I learned on vacation:

1. As fun as people are, sometimes you just want to do your own thing.

2. The Dominicans love their music. In fact, they love it so much, they don't really believe in background music. It all has to be discotheque-loud, no matter where you are.

3. Taking a vacation from being in charge of anything (anything at all) is not as easy as it sounds, and requires a great deal of conscious thought and a good sense of humour from yourself and those around you.

4. The world is far, far too small. What other explanation could there be for me ending up as a guest at the wedding of friends of a friend with two people I went to Junior High with?

5. Disposable underwater cameras are a waste of money. Memories are better.

6. I really, really love the wind, except when I'm trying to sunbathe on the beach. Even then, I'm only minorly annoyed with it.

7. Tropical fruit is so much better in the tropics than in prairie grocery stores.

8. Rum is a good thing.

9. Packing too many books on vacation leaves one with a sense of something unfinished upon return. It's better to pack too few.

and 10. Vacations are nice. Coming home is better.

Forgive the previous and following lack of consistent posting. For the next two weeks, I'm studying my ass off for my midterm and quiz rewrite on December 4. I will pop my head back out after that and provide a more detailed update.

Wardrobe

Sunday afternoon, Sheila and I went through my closet. I have become increasingly dissatisfied with it, and Sheila came across a lovely book called The Pocket Stylist, so with measuring tape, book, and an eye to be ruthless, we went at it.

The pile of clothes that we deemed completely unsuitable was larger than the pile of clothes that were fine and the pile of clothes that could be kept for emergency purposes put together. I knew before that I had few clothes in my closet that I was comfortable wearing. Now, I just have few clothes in my closet.

I can't decide whether I'm happy about this or not. On the one hand, my weight has stabilized, so I can actually go and buy clothes now and expect them to fit for a good long while. Huzzah! On the other, I've had to toss over half my closet. Hmmm... Part of me decries the waste, but I never really wore any of it, and I never felt comfortable when I did.

My task is now to pinpoint what pieces I need to add to the clothes I have left to make a functional wardrobe. Wish me luck!