I was helping Ned install a new electrical outlet behind the beer cooler when the knee of my old jeans split. (Quick update on the beer cooler replacement – the new one is due in to the warehouse in Aberdeen next week and to be delivered the week after or so I hope. Meanwhile, I’m doing the prep work for the replacement.)
Regarding the jeans, I knew it was getting kind of close because I’d notice how threadbare the knee area had become and made a mental note – don’t kneel anymore than you have to. You know how best laid plans go right?
There I was kneeling on the floor at Buzzy’s Country Store when I felt a little splinter of wood snake its way into my kneecap. I knew it was over and looking down saw that I was correct.
The jeans are done. Call it a “right of tearage.” And while I am not the most sartorially minded person in the world, I do have a standard of not wearing jeans with holes in them. That seems to be the style now but still, it looks kind of half assed to me.
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| OK, Maybe the Lower Left Pair of Torn Jeans Don’t Look So Bad |
Thus, I’m on my way out to purchase a new pair of jeans. You know you’re getting old when the thought runs through your mind – wonder if I will live long enough to wear out a hole in these jeans. Guess it depends on my genes. (Sorry, couldn’t resist saying that.)
Jackson Browne wrote this song about his wife’s pregnancy and her having trouble getting into her jeans. There is a sad background to the song as the wife later suicided. However, I still think about this tune and smile a little every time I hear some guy make a remark about having trouble getting into a young lady’s jeans. (Click here for video.)