I keep a spare belt at work.
I wear shorts exclusively; every day of the year unless some stupid event dictates otherwise. I only have four pairs of shorts. I was them after 3-4 wearings, or if they’re visibly dirty. I remove the belts when I do laundry and sometimes when I throw a freshly-cleaned & put-away pair of shorts into the bike bag in the morning I neglect to also add a belt. See, the belts typically stay on the pants. It’s an easy oversight to make.
So I have a spare belt at work. We’re only talking thin military style webbed belts with plastic clasps – not a full-on dead cow thing. It fits in a tiny compartment in one of my desk drawers, takes up almost no space. Today I had to use it, and gave thanks to the foresight of past Dave for putting it there for just this occasion. It’s wrapped compact in a rubber band, and I leave the rubber band in front of my keyboard so I’ll see it at the end of the day and know to return the spare belt to its place for my next mental failure day.
I also have a spare undershirt. And a spare handkerchief. And a spare buff/do-rag to sop sweat on the rare occasion when the workday involves something more manual. I also have a spare pair of eyeglasses, maybe a prescription behind my main pair. Oh a spare Kindle in case I want to pick up where I left off at home while relaxing on my lunch break. I have a pair of socks, too, and a blanket and fleece – for the even rarer occasion when Florida is cold and my die-hard commitment to shortpants on the daily has consequences. Oh and finger nail clippers in case I need to get at it and a toothbrush and travel size toothpaste.
This all seems normal and logical and like good planning to me.
That’s all, love ya.
Also written on this day...
- i haven't given up - 2019
- friday in blog-time - 2009
- lion's paws are made of rubber - 2006