This morning I slipped into my favorite pair of pants. I've worn them so much that I have stitches and patches all over them. I recently noticed a little hole unraveling front and center in the crotch area. Ugh. It will be fine, I consoled myself. I made up my mind that they would last at least a few more weeks and then I could tastefully patch them up, never mind the location of the hole. That was a mistake.
I went about my daily errands. Late in the afternoon, I dropped by one of my favorite stores, The Coal Umbrella. As I was talking to the owner, Maht Paulos and friend Joe Castor (also old friends from high school) I chanced to look down for a split second and saw that the wee hole had spread into a gaping 6" by 3" tare. I made some stupid joke about it, pulled Thatcher away from the bowl of iron-on patches he was sifting through and made a quick getaway. Sheesh.
The rest of the day I thought about the little things in my life that I have ignored. Things that I thought would be fine if I just left them alone; sometimes pretending they would just go away altogether. Sometimes it's just not worth hanging onto a favorite indulgence (like my awesome mustard colored pants) and ignoring a problem that it is creating. I think I will let go of blogging too much and pay more attention to my family now. Please excuse me.