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2019-04-23 07:52 pm
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Swing set

Our next door neighbors gave us their swing set. They'd got it for their kids when they were little, but the older one has graduated university and the younger is going into 12th grade, so they don't need it and would prefer to have more space in the backyard. The parents, the younger daughter, her boyfriend, and my humble self lifted it over the fence and into our yard. It was really nice of them to give it to us, and also help move it. Hedgefund and Wallstreet have already swung on it. They love swinging, although at this point still parent-powered. Am working on teaching them how to pump themselves, but for now am getting an upper body workout.
warriorsavant: (Couch camouflage)
2019-04-22 11:41 am
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Was a gray rainy day. Made a cup of coffee, lit the fireplace and read my journals, looking up every few minutes to gaze at the fireplace indoors, and the gray rain out. A comfy seat, coffee, reading, and a fire indoors on a gray day; one of the coziest feelings imaginable.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
2019-04-20 03:05 pm

Escalators: Better Than Laronde

Well cheaper, anyhow. For those missing the reference Laronde is the big amusement park in Montreal, built at the site of Expo 67, the former Worlds Fare (I believe now owned by Six Flags).

Today the kids had their swimming lessons, at the pool of a downtown hotel (the community center where they usually hold lessons is being renovated). Afterwards, we go to the mall/shopping in the same complex*, so they can watch the fountain (very nice, keeps changing patterns and lights). There's an escalator up to the mezzanine level, and they wanted to ride it. Up then down. Twenty or thirty times. Or so. They were a little scared, but went up holding my hand. Finally, Hedgefund decided she could do it without holding my hand.
Outwardly: "I'm so proud of you."
Inwardly: "Wahhhhh. My baby's growing up and doesn't need me anymore."

I think she may have caught on to my feelings, because a little bit later she started crying.
Me: "What's wrong?"
HF: "Even when I'm grown up, I want to still live in the same house."
Outwards: "I love you honey. I promise, we'll live together forever."
Inwardly: "Yeah, gonna replay this conversation when you're 18 and want to move out."

*Part of the "underground city," a term sounds more interesting than it actually is.
Very common downtown Montreal to have a tower complex connected to the Metro, but with underground parking, a food court, a level or two of shopping, then either offices and/or residential (and this case a hotel). Basically a self-contained mini-city, connected via Metro - and underground passageways - to other such. Right in the downtown core, every Metro stop has one or more such complex on top, with the passageways connecting a dozen or more into an underground loop, which in aggregate is "the underground city."
warriorsavant: (Meh)
2019-04-19 06:16 pm

Random bits of whatever for a rainy day.

Holiday weekend. Happy Easter / Joyous Passover to all my Gentle Readers. Statutory Holiday here in that things are closed either the Friday or the Monday. Since I don't work Friday's anyhow, closed the office Monday to give my vast staff (both of them - they make up in presence what they lack in numbers) a paid holiday. I'm on call, but since Residents take first call, usually don't have to go in, just back them up by phone (handy to be able to text pictures). Already got one call today, but didn't have to go in.

Nom took the kids out shopping. It was a zoo, but they like it. I did some reading, some studying, some cleaning, but somehow not very much of either. So in the spirit of finally digging in and doing work… I'm posting this.

We've been in this house for a year-and-a-half. The vast majority of organizing and putting away got done fairly promptly, the small percent that remains will likely take another 10 years. Mostly not really that important, but my tidy (eg neurotically organized) mind likes things neatly put away. I am working on organizing all the toys, etc in the basement play (which previously looked like a cross between an explosion at a toy factory and a refugee camp), putting different things in different boxes (eg “Legos all go in the box marked ‘Legos’ when you are finished playing with them.”) They get the concept of “tidy up” at school (eg daycare), and I’m slowly working on extending the concept to home. Key word is "slowly."

If they are motivated, they do help clean up. Some weeks back, they got into it, because it was Hedgefund’s birthday party. Her actual Bday was during the week, but more-or-less got the concept of “we’re having the party on a weekend, b/c that’s when people can come.” (And liked the idea of cake on two days: at the party, and her actual Bday.) Miss Manners somewhere said the that number of invitees should be equal to the child’s age in years, which more-or-less happened. This was the first year she wanted to have her friends or for her Bday; I don’t think at a younger age they really have a concept of “friends” and “my friends.” She invited 2 kids from her class, plus another friend, plus 2 daughters of a friend of Nom’s (which is to say Nom invited the mom & her daughters) plus immediate family. It went well. She had fun decorating the house (eg telling me to put up decorations), a little big each night for a week. Nothing fancy, crepe paper streamers and balloons, but she has definite ideas about what she wanted where.

Dunno if I mentioned, but the other day she told Nom, “when I grow up, I want to be bossy like you.” Actually, HF has managed “bossy” since quite an early age, much more so than Nom. I think I told her she was bossy when she was 2 or 3 (HF, not Nom), to which she solemnly replied, “yes.”

Anyhow, party was a success all around. I thing everyone actually had fun, even Nom & I. We had a piñata, but one of those degenerate modern ones where you pull ribbons that eventually open a trap door, instead of whacking it with a stick, or as we did at Army Family Days, shooting at it with an M16. (Joking!)

Winter is definitely over, which is to say that all the snow and ice has finally melted in the backyard. There is likely to be one more sprinkling of snow, but we are now in "post-winter," sometimes known as "mud." It's a gray, rainy day. Not depressingly so, what with my being indoors, but don't really have much energy. On the other hand, that could also be because I've had a long week. Doing more reading, both professionally and recreationally. Will post on the latter soon.
warriorsavant: (Quebec sait faire)
2019-04-14 03:24 pm

Red Velvet & Maple & Hochelaga

Red Velvet. Not the cake (which I like also), but a mixture of a red beer and a cider. Sounded weird but with potential. The first sip was a bit weird, but the taste quickly grew on me. Nice mix of effervescent and tart and sweet and very thirst-quenching and tasty. Tried it at a bistro in the Hochelaga district here in Montreal. They were having a little community festival/sugar shack, and we took the kids.

Sugar shack (cabin à sucre) is a Quebec custom, when the maple sap starts running. Basically go up to a farm house (these days a fake farm house at a maple tree farm) and have a maple-syrup based bouffe (big meal/face-stuffing). The usual breakfasty things like ham and pancakes, but usually everything cooked or seasoned with maple syrup. Here in the city, don't actually have maple tree farms, but they keep the tradition alive at various restaurants and festivals. This one was quite small, and all the food was in one big tent, to which there was a huge line-up, so we strolled up the street and found this little bistro. Just had burgers (with a touch of maple) and fries (and the red velvet for me), but they were really quite good. The bistro apparently has music at night.

Hochelaga was a decaying district, that seems to be coming up now as the artistic neighborhood. Not the artsy neighborhood, which is the next step in urban neighborhood evolution, but where the real artists and musicians live, hang out, and perform. It's an urban cycle. A neighborhood is run down. Therefore artists can afford to live there, so they do. It becomes hip, then the artsy types (a.k.a. posers) move in and raise the rents/property values, then real artists have to move out, and the district becomes entirely plastic. Think Greenwich Village in NYC, although I suspect the phenomenon predates the 1950's… by at least 2000 years.
warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
2019-04-11 01:44 pm

Gaudy Night: real and imagined

Just reread Dorothy Sayers' "Gaudy Night," recommended by katharhino as being the best of the Peter Wimsey series. I'm enjoying it, but not overwhelmed as I once was by the characters and the writing.

My thoughts are more about the milieu in which it takes place, Oxford University in the 1920's (early 30's?). Sayers crafts it as an idyllic place (despite the crime & murder taking place) of academic wonder. Despite some squabbles, it is a serene oasis of scholarship and learnedness. (Oxford, with it's collegiate organization (basically a federal system) combines the intimacy of a smaller school with the opportunities of a large university, which is a great idea.) I suppose in my own mind, universities should be like that. Reality is that I rarely see the learnedness, especially of the classic sort, sketchy collegiality, minimal open-mindedness, and no serenity at all. Lots of posing, lots of sophomoric behaviour and thoughts (and I'm referring to the faculty, not just the students). Largely a waste of time and resources.
warriorsavant: (Time)
2019-04-10 06:44 pm
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(Sorry haven't been posting much, but busier than usual. Am working on one about Dorothy Sayers and academia, but it hasn't gelled yet.)

My mom had a large paper calendar that lived inside the kitchen cupboard door. Ever year she'd buy a new one, and transfer recurring events (birthdays, etc), which took maybe 5 minutes (recurring events were in red with a cute emblem, non-recurring in black). My parents never missed an appointment, never were confused about when and where to be, never forget a birthday. Since we have modern efficient of PDA and Outlook and Calendar (as opposed to a calendar), everything takes 10 times longer to be organized, things get lots, appointments don't happen, gizmos break, hitting the wrong button wipes out your entire schedule.

Plus I never remember to look at it in a timely fashion. One could have the same problem with paper calendars, but somehow those I always managed to look at.
warriorsavant: (Infantry haircut)
2019-04-06 01:49 pm

Barbers and booze

Might have mentioned Eddy the Barber (actually, Eddy le Coiffeur). Older Lebanese man, been cutting hair for decades, and does it very very well. (Seems like all the barbers in town are either Italian or Lebanese.) Has lived in many places, so has had an interesting life in a low-key way, usually has something interesting to say. He intermittently has an assistant, who never seem to stay long. Last one was a nice young woman who left to become a tattoo artist. She did decent haircuts, but not to his caliber. Considering my hair is cut to 0.5-2 mm length, you wouldn't think it would matter, but talent shows, even at that length.

He usually offers an espresso (has one of those machines with the cartridges), and sometimes a cognac. It's a nice touch, feels cozy and gentlemanly and relaxed. In some parts of the world, barbershops/hair salons serve almost like the local gentlemen's/ladies clubs. Not quite to that level (not enough folks hanging around), but gives a little bit of that flavor. I'm not a fan of cognac, so today I brought my own bottle. Had an inch or two left in the bottom of a bottle of Macallan 18 year old (Scotch, you Sassenach), and we shared it. It did not impede his hair cutting ability, and we both enjoyed it.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
2019-03-30 03:37 pm
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Later age parenthood - minor problem

I'm at an age when many of my colleagues are either semi-retired, or just taking more time off. Especially in winter, there are plenty of weeks I'd just like to say, "screw this weather, let's head somewhere warm!" (Especially in February.) That's fine when your kids are out of the house, but a little harder when their in school. I mean primary school. (Starting next year. Eek.) I suppose I could have had the sense to send them to boarding school, or military academy. Or just enroll them in the Army. (I may be a little behind the times, but don't they still have 5-year old drummer boys/girls?) Or hey, they're pretty responsible, they could stay on their own for a few weeks. Or maybe…
warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
2019-03-29 06:58 pm
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Books - "cover versions" and original

Alexandra Fuller's "Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight." It's autobiographical of a very young girl growing up in a family of basically poor white farmers in the Africa in the 1970's(?). In the intial parts they live in Rhodesia during the war for independence. It is raw, gritty, mostly well-written, and gives a lens into the times and psyches.

Dorothy Sayers' "Lord Peter Wimsey" series. Growing up, I mostly read SF. Sometime around college, I had read pretty much everything worth reading. In Medical School I started reading mysteries, mostly classic British mysteries. Initially that was the influence from my gf from the era, who was a classmate of mine. Oddly enough, she was from Montreal originally, but moved to the US when she was 3(?), but her parents were old-line English-Canadian of the "we're more English than the English" stock, and still strongly identified with the British Isles. Our favorite of the era (or should I say favourite) was Lord Peter. I wanted to be him when I grew up. (Not having been born a aristocrat in an era when that mattered; nor having been born rich, which always matters; was a bit of a handicap in that ambition, not to mention his being fictional.) Recently a Gentle Reader mentioned Jill Paton Walsh's reviving of the character with "Thrones and Dominations." I got it from the library, started reading it, then realized I had read it years ago. It's not an imitation exactly, in that Paton Walsh was working from notes/drafts that Sayers had started. She's since written two more, which I'm tentatively planning on reading. For comparison purposes, I went back and started re-reading one of the actual, original series, "The Five Read Herrings," and just couldn't get into it. Maybe it wasn't one of her best, or more likely my tastes have changed. As to the new series by Paton Walsh, it was well done. Held my interest adequately, but no more than that. I seem to remember feeling the same way the first time I read it (but that was literally decades ago, so not certain). Like other series that try to take up where the original author left off, sometimes it's too well done. That is, they tend to overdo the details and mannerism of the original character. I seem to recall feeling that way about Robert Goldsborough's taking up of Rex Stout's "Nero Wolfe" stories. Not saying it shouldn't be done, but just very hard to get exactly the right flavor.

I already posted about Ben Schott's "Jeeves and the King of Clubs." I grew up adoring the Wooster and Jeeves stories by P.G. Wodehouse. This novel, approved by the estate, claims to be an homage to body of works, but could equally be a sequel, pastiche, parody, or all of the above. Overall, I liked it. Some of it went well outside what Bertie Wooster's world would have allowed, and some of it made too liberal use of the mannerism embedded in the stories, but overall well done. I hope he'll write another one, which P.G.. can't, what with being dead. Such state being an handicap to writing, although not necessarily to being published, and certainly not to being read. I just reread "Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit." While not as fall-on-the-floor-laughingly funny as I found them to be first time around (xxx decades ago), I still really enjoyed it.

BTW, the Wooster & Jeeves, and the Peter Whimsey books were all made into TV plays, back when I did watch TV, and they were very well done.

Mostly I have no energy for serious reading. I'm tired, I have a lot going on, and I have to do serious reading as part of my job (although there are some journal articles that are ludicrous, but not necessarily comic). On the list of "very well written fluff," there's David Weber's "Honor Harrington" series of space operas. I suppose one could think of it as a continuation of C. S. Forester's "Horatio Hornblower" series. If the brave Captain had lived in the 40th (?) century, had a star ship, and was a woman. Except even more interesting than that.
warriorsavant: (Time)
2019-03-28 10:19 am
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The Road Not Achieved

I no longer worry or wonder about the road not taken. I took the one I took, it's a pretty dang good one, whatever ups-and-downs. ("Mistakes, I've made a few… but I did it myyyyy way.") However, I am lately been having some down feelings about what I didn't achieve on some of those paths.

I used to have multiple levels of "to do" lists. Sometimes in writing, sometimes just in my mind. (Yeah, I'm a little over-organized at times.), The lists were something like "do ASAP," "do this week," "do this month," and "do this lifetime." A lot of those have dropped off the list, like "go back to taking piano lessons for the first time since 3rd grade." Just not going to happen, and don't care anymore. No just that I have much higher priorities, just don't care. Some things have dropped off because I do have higher priorities, like learning multiple languages. It would be cool, it would have very some minor practicality, but just not worth the immense amount of time it would require.

I'm a bit down about some things that I would really have liked to achieve, but didn't, and simply isn't going to happen now. Some of those things I actually wouldn't want on a practical level, even if they were handed to me on a silver platter, but ego often overrides common sense. Example, I wouldn't actually want to be Derm Division Chief at McGill. It's really a lot of paperwork, meetings, and bureaucracy for minimal prestige, very little real authority, and no money. And for what? Another line on my CV or maybe my obituary? (This is ignoring the fact that I tend to tick people off and they wouldn't offer it to me anyhow. Not sour grapes, realistic appraisal.) A bigger one is that I didn't make general in the Army. I was a Colonel and a Brigade Commander, which is way further than most people get, but you always want that one more/one last step. What triggered those thoughts was looking something up about the current structure of military medicine, and seeing that 2 people I knew had moved far up in the military and civilian hierarchy. One I used to work for, and I respected. One had worked for me, and although competent in some ways, was rather a jerk. (Come to think of it, someone else I recall who had worked for me also made Brigadier General, but she was really, really good.) There are some other minor things, but these are the two glaring ones right now.

I think it's an age thing. (Getting old? Who me?) At one point I would have liked those things. Even after I'd missed my realistic shot at them, I still used to fantasize about them, but can't even do that any more. Bah.
warriorsavant: (Composite)
2019-03-25 08:28 am

New Fashion Consultant

I think the Paw Patrol sticker looks very suave and professional on my shirt pocket. Let's see how many patients notice. Evil Secretary and T noticed, but I hadn't pulled on my lab coat yet. It just peeks out a tiny bit with the coat on.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
2019-03-23 05:04 pm
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Would you want to see an old girlfriend (boyfriend, lover, whatever).

Short answer: no. My life is great as it is, I'm happily married, and have no romantic interest elsewhere. Frankly, I have very little interest in people I "used to know" in general. One of the arguments ppl have made to me over the years about why I should be in Wastebook, is that "you can get back in touch with old friends you haven't see/heard from in years." Uh, well, there's a probably a reason I haven't kept in touch with them, don't see any reason to start now.

In general, I wish old gf/lovers well, but prefer to do it only in the abstract/at a distance. I know ppl, male and female, who regard any exes (from marriage or not) with loathing and sneers. Can't agree with that. I made the choice to date them, be with them, have some sort of relationship with them (be it 1-night or 10-years). If they're evil creatures, that doesn't say much about my judgement. Usually there was a good reason we were together. We might have grown apart, or circumstances have changed, but that doesn't mean it was wrong or bad initially. In general, I'd like know know they are doing well, but only in the vague sense, such as it would be mildly pleasant to accidentally run into a mutual acquaintance who'd kept up with them. There are a few rare ones who fall into the other category, in that I do hope they're miserable. At one point, that was an active wish, now it's more a general, and not very virulent thought; lots of water under that bridge, makes no never mind now. There are also a very few I actively do wish well, and would actually be very glad to know they're doing well. Not actively in the sense of researching to find out, just a general background, really-hope-they're-really-happy. (What brought up these thoughts is thinking about books that one of them had introduced me to. Post about books another time.)

My feelings, in the active sense, really divides women into 2 categories: Nom, and the rest of youse. In the vague, passive sense of thoughts in the back of my mind: see above.
warriorsavant: (Default)
2019-03-17 01:23 pm

Misc other family stuff

Speaking of family traditions, we did the "camp out at home" last night. That's where we push 2 mattresses together on the floor, and all sleep together. Frankly it's a bit of a pain, but makes the kids so very happy, and soon enough they won't want to even be on the same planet as us, let alone same bed(s). I'm quite sick, and doubly didn't want to (having barely slept the night before), but with better living through chemistry, I managed just fine (imovane, not cannabis, thank you).

Hedgefund went to a birthday party yesterday, someone in her class. They had it at trampoline place not too far from here (think "bounce castle" writ large, like 100 sq meters/1000 sq ft or so). I think the parents invited the whole class. (Lots of fun, don't have to clean up, but I suspect costly.) Anyhow, HF had a blast. The last time she was invited to a Bday party for a classmate, which was at their home, she insisted that I stay the entire time, and really didn't play with anybody. This time, she had initially asked me to stay at least for a little while, but in fact, once we got there, she basically told me to go away. (I indulged in some Canadiana: went to the local Tim Hortons for a bad donut and worse coffee, and did my studying.) She played with several friends, had a blast, and I'm so happy about that. She was very, very shy when she was younger, and I was afraid she'd turn out unsociable and miserable. She's blossomed. I think daycare, even part-time like we are doing, was very good for her.

Nom is upstairs giving the kids a bath right now. They'd made brownies. At least half the ingredients ended up in the brownies, the other half divided between the kitchen and Wallstreet. He was most proud of what a mess he'd made.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
2019-03-17 01:19 pm
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Green Eggs ± Ham

Happy St Patrick's Day to all my Gentle Readers. Neither Nom nor I are Irish (beyond that everyone is Irish on St Paddy's Day), but it is in fact, the day we met. That was purely coincidently, as we were introduced via the ancient Vietnamese custom of online dating, but we actually met in person on March 17th, hard to believe fully 7 years ago. (A huge amount has happened in those 7 years!) We met for coffee at the coffee shop that is part of a local chain of bookstores. Nom being the forward and shameless hussy that she is, she is sat at the next table from me. Today, to celebrate, we sat at separate tables at breakfast. Well, not really, but I did make her green scrambled eggs. I think it will become a family tradition. Hedgefund loved the famous Dr. Suess "Green Eggs and Ham" when she was a toddler, but we were out of ham, so had bacon instead.
warriorsavant: (Default)
2019-03-10 12:00 pm
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Boys n girls

Clichés? Some time ago was having a dialog with [personal profile] katharhino  about our respective children and was their behavior "cliché'd as male/female. Wallstreet is very "boy-ish" in loving vehicles and machinery and very boisterous. Hedgefund is very "girly" in being concerned about things being pretty. Gender stereotypes? Maybe, but if so, it's innate, nothing we've pushed on the kids either way. Sometimes clichés get that way for a reason. (Not always, but sometimes.) I’m fine with it, as long as they WANT to like/behave certain ways, not because get bogged down in believing that certain stereotypical behavior = this is How You MUST Behave.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
2019-03-09 05:00 pm


Speaking of Hedgefund (which I rarely do...), she is starting to actually be able to read. Since age 3, she claimed to be able to read, in that she’d actually memorized one or two of her books, but I mean actually sound out short sentences of short words, and actually know what she is reading. Sometimes hard to tell, as she has memorized parts of lots of different books. We get lots of books from the libraries, and we always read at night (which is to say, I read to her). She doesn't like to actually read, because still work for her, but if I push her, she actually can read. *Kvelling.*

Soon, she'll love reading all on her own, and I'll be out of a job, which will make me both proud/happy and sad. That's what's parenting is about: doing yourself out of a job.
warriorsavant: (Dr. Injecto)
2019-03-07 01:29 pm
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The final frontier… no, wait, this is a work post, not a Star Trek post. It's personal/working space. There's now three of us in the office, and it works better with having the new, slightly bigger office. My old office was very compact and efficient, but there just wouldn't have been any good place for a 3rd person. Now, when no one immediately needs seeing, Evil Secretary has her space at the front desk, T has hers in Room 3, and me in Room 5. Room 5 is specifically designed as my back office. I did have one in the old office, but it was visible from the waiting room, so no privacy if I was on the phone. Room 3 is meant to develop into the procedure room, and where T is going to see "her" patients, plus where we'll do surgeries. For the former, that roster is growing very slowly, but at least it is growing. For the later, I did get the extra exam table, but am waiting on some other equipment. When T is not there, she follows me to see patients in Room 1 and 2, and stays with them to do whatever minor procedures that are within her scope of practice after I leave and see the next patient. Not quite down to the rhythm of that specifically allowing me to see more patients every hour, but again, moving in that direction. The office is still fairly compact and efficient, but we have enough space to feel spacious, and more to the point, to have psychological space when needed.

(For those who care: Rooms 1 & 2 are the basic consultation/exam rooms, I don't have separate rooms for those two acts; Room 3 is T's room, which is moving towards being the procedure room; Room 4 is the phototherapy machine room, which T also usually takes care of now; Room 5 is my back office.)
warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
2019-02-26 03:57 pm

Diaries, blogs, and writing

The following are excerpts from a dialog with [personal profile] katharhino  at her DW, posted with her permission, to stimulate discussion.

Read more, then please comment... )
warriorsavant: (Composite)
2019-02-25 06:23 pm

Skiing & clothing-military and non.

Before we went skiing, Nom & I got ski clothes. (The kids already had snow pants and jackets.) Basically very warm clothing that you can actually move around in. At least, that was the plan. Nom found jacket and pants. I managed pants. The jackets, despite being labeled XL, were clearing Vietnamese sizes (which works for Nom, what with her being VN). Although the jackets just about fit me, the arms were too binding. In the end, I used my old field jacket, with two layers of long underwear, both or which were also Army issue. (The theory is for mildy cold, wear the lighter one; for medium cold, wear the heavier one; for extreme cold, wear them both. Sleeping bags have a similar modular concept.) It worked well. There's a reason you often see ex-Soldiers wearing their old field jackets; they're warm, highly durable, and they already own them. Cheap, good, clothing, even if not high fashion. This concept goes back hundreds of years. The reason doormen and such wear what look like old-fashioned military great coats, is that they generally were veterans, and did wear their great coats. Again, practicality, not fashion.

On the fashion side, ravensron used to wear Dad's old Ike jacket, because they look really cool. They were phased out of the Army because they only look really cool if you have a slim waste, and the pudgy REMF's who make the decisions didn't look good in them.

On the practical-but-looks-cute side, when Nom was pregnant with Hedgefund, her 3rd trimester was in winter. One option was to buy a brand-new winter coat that she would wear for 3 months out of her entire life. Not a good use of money. Second option was to wear my old field jacket. Since she's slender, and a head shorter than I; her heavily pregnant, and me in fighting form, were the same size around. Fit her great, nice and warm, highly durable, we already owned it, and she did indeed make camou look cute.