Walls and weight

This is Miguel Jr. He’s 13 years old. Yep, child labor.

A crack developed in an upstairs wall recently, stemming from an array of glass bricks we had installed about 16 years ago in a space that originally had wooden windows like the one you see to the left in this photo. There was a serious problem with rain because the windows are badly made, so we removed the most vulnerable window and installed glass bricks.

No problem until a crack in the wall appeared recently. This is not rare in this type of construction. It happened in the stairwell many years ago, and I just spackled it over and painted. No sweat. But since this was happening in an exterior wall and jutting out from the glass bricks, I called my main man, Miguel. That’s his son in the photo, Miguel Jr.

While Papa Miguel was downstairs working on something else, some talavera tile that had worked loose, he assigned the preliminary toil to his son who is 13, and he did a fine job. Dad did the finish work, and all was completed in half a day.

They left the work unpainted because I wanted them gone as soon as possible, and I told Miguel I would do the painting, and I will. Lord knows when.


The fat boy

In the late 1970s, I weighed 225 pounds. I was 6 feet, 3 inches tall, and maybe I still am (doubtful), but the poundage was evenly distributed, so I really did not look fat, just very large and imposing. A black beard added to the menacing effect.

Around 1980, I knocked off about 55 pounds simply by eating better and doing regular, relatively light exercise, and I’ve been around 170 pounds ever since, 40 years. It wasn’t that difficult. Tip: Diets do not work.

Something odd happened recently. I put on some weight around the waist. I attribute it to age. My body is settling a bit. I admit, however, that I’ve become a bit careless with what I eat. No major deal except for one thing. I went from 34-waist jeans to 35-waist. Well, there is a second thing. For some irrational reason, finding 35-waist pants is almost impossible. The sizes leap from 34 to 36, and 36 is too loose.

I bought two pair of new jeans — I only wear jeans — with 36 waistlines, but they tend to slip south. The belt saves me. I recall that I once wore Dockers khakis in Houston, and Dockers were available with 35-inch waists. Don’t see those available now, however, but I prefer jeans anyway.

On Amazon Mexico, I found Wranglers jeans with 35-inch waists. A pair is winging its way to the mountaintop as I write this. If that works, I’ll order a couple more. Three pair should be enough.

Plus I have the two droopy 36s.

Meanwhile, my child bride made apple pie this week for the first time ever. Yesterday, I bought vanilla ice cream at the supermarket. After lunch today, we heated two slices, put vanilla ice cream on top. It was the first time I’d eaten apple pie with vanilla ice cream in about three decades.

It was lovely.

And around 5 p.m., I was downtown, sitting at a sidewalk table with an agua de fresa, which translates to strawberry water, but that fails to convey how good it is. I included a photo. Yes, the expanded waistline is due to age, nothing else.

I curse the years.

10 thoughts on “Walls and weight

  1. Get one of those button extenders. On one end it has a flat hook which goes around the thread holding the button in place. On the other end is a hook, offset 90 degrees from the first hook, which grabs the jeans through the buttonhole. I made one a long time ago out of heavy stiff brass wire. I doubled the wire where it went through the button hole. Easy solution. On the ones that are too big, just move the button back 1 inch. Use carpet thread to reattach. If it is riveted, better see a boot maker.

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    1. Phil: That surely is one solution. Another is to buy 35-inch Wranglers from Amazon, which are being sent from above the Rio Bravo. But I will keep your solution in mind, but it does seem to be in the same category as suspenders.

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  2. I’m right there with ya, my friend. I just moved up to a baggy-sized 36 myself. 34 is just a little too snug. And I’ve gradually lost a few pounds over the years as well. Gravity, I imagine. 🤔👎🤷‍♂️

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    1. Marco: One of the oddest things is that pant sizes come in, say, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34 and then, instead of logically continuing to 35, they start to jump by 2’s. What’s up with that? Really annoying.

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    1. Señor Cotton: But I am not a squire. I am a baron, a real one. I touched on that recently here, I believe.

      Not long ago, I read some medical study that stated that one is healthier with a tad of excessive poundage, that it’s better than being svelte. I didn’t believe it, but now I want to.

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