various stages of undress

hoorah for the forgotten box of winter clothes i found in my dad's garage! but, being that i don't have a dresser, this only means that i'll have more piles of clothes spread around ed's apartment. i think he must secretly be going insane having his tidy existence disrupted by his dresserless daughter- he's at least traumatized by how dirty i get at work. the other night he stopped me in the garage, went to get a towel and insisted that i undress before coming inside. i felt like a wet elsey being stopped at the door for towel attention on grand street. forlorn look and all.

messiness aside, i'm glad to have more than one long-sleeved option for wearing on the cold mornings at the farm, especially since they'll just get colder through wrzesien (that's september po polsku- everyone been paying attention?). it's been pretty chilly in the mornings, so we all show up wearing sweaters and stocking caps (except me, sniff sniff- don't know where my hat is and am too lazy at present to knit a new one). as the sun rises there appear little piles of abandoned clothing all over the field. it's always fun to find a sweatshirt that's been forgotten for a number of days hidden in the tomatoes. and someone keeps leaving their nasty socks hanging on the tomato trelesses- what the fuck. we think it's sufi ben. he has this bizarre need to take off his clothes at random times. he shows up fully clothed, takes his shirt off after about an hour, when it's still pretty chilly, mind you, then puts it back on, then decides he's hot and takes it off again, then puts it back on, and then, when the sun is high in the sky and it's actually hot, he puts on more clothing. today i was walking down the road that goes through the field and looked up to find ben with his pants around his ankles, just sort of standing there. he pulled them up nonchalantly and i was lost for a viable explanation as to why he'd dropped trou in the middle of the field. i mean, it's not like he had some other option he was trying out- he was just standing there in his boxers. we don't pee in the field- or at least we're not supposed to. i think he just likes revealing himself- as evidenced by the fact that he seems to think peeing in his co-worker's company is ok. no discretion. we have unofficial pee-zones around the farm, but ben is too good for them. one afternoon he walked over to the creek from the wash station (a length of about 15 feet) and let it go right there- he even addressed his awkward proximity by pointing one hand into the air disco-style and doing this little "i'm peeing right in front of you" dance, while peeing. and yesterday morning i pull into the field- circa 6:30 am- and ben's standing there in the road about 20 feet ahead of me. we are the only people at work so far. he waves, then turns around and whips is out to relieve himself in the middle of the road, as though to welcome me to work. thanks, ben. the guy's got issues.

i brought home 20 lbs of tomatoes today with the intention of canning them, but have absolutely no desire to do so now. too tired.