“Be careless in your dress if you will, but keep a tidy soul.”
I never tire of describing a beautiful day. The sun is popping in and out, and there are some clouds, but it is still lovely. The breeze is from the south, always the best direction.
I was out earlier watering the deck plants, replenishing the fountain, which Gracie drinks nearly dry, and putting up my outside pictures. Somehow I locked myself out of the house. I tried to decide which fence to take down so I could get to the front then I remembered my neighbor was out and I called to her. She heard me, came and opened the door. I made her day was her comment when she stopped laughing. I’m going to have to start bringing the phone with me or at least provisions.
Today I have designated chore day. The bed needs changing, the litter too, and Gracie and I have to go the dump. I also want to buy the last of the plants, and I need a few essentials at the grocery store, toilet paper topping the list. I want to finish early as I have a couple of books I picked up at the library yesterday, and I’m looking forward to sitting on the deck with a book and a cold drink.
Sunday was my least favorite day when I was a kid. Church, especially in the summer, wrecked the morning. Church also demanded Sunday clothes, usually a dress. When we got home from church, my mother made us hang around, within shouting distance, until dinner, around two. By then, the best part of the day was gone. Sunday night was early to bed for school the next morning.
I wanted a jacket with fringe for my birthday when I was turning eighteen. I was a bit ahead of the 60’s trend as fringe hadn’t yet become a fashion statement. I was probably more influenced by Dale Evans than Haight Ashbury. The jacket was suede, but it was cheap suede. It didn’t matter. I wanted the look. I dropped tons of hints to anyone within hearing distance. My mother more or less ignored me. She was never the fringe type. She was a car coat sort. Unsurprisingly, my mother didn’t buy it for me. My friends did. They chipped in. It was the best gift, a favorite gift, but I didn’t wear it for long. When I got to college, fringe was nowhere in sight. Most of the co-eds wore car coats. My mother would have given me an I-told-you-so smirk.
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May 23, 2010 at 7:02 pm
Fringe? I don’t think I saw one around in my teen years. I’m thinking back to Dale Evans. I enjoyed the hippie group, not when I was in the Army, but when I was in College. I was gone when they were hot, back in College when Tim O’Leary was heading to jail. It was a crazy time for me. Sounds like your Mother was right on.
May 24, 2010 at 9:00 am
Z&Me,
It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school so the mid-sixties. In college, we couldn’t even wear pants to classes until the coldest winter in forever during my sophomore year. After that, it was no going back.
I wore overalls and high top sneakers for a while-that’s about it.
May 23, 2010 at 8:16 pm
Sunday was usually a downer. When I first saw Douglas Adams book title, The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul, I laughed out loud. I knew what he meant. Sunday afternoon at 4 o’clock. The week-end’s not quite over but there’s not enough of it left to do much more and you’ve got to think about work/school the next day. Definitely a downer.
I still have a fringe jacket lurking in the closet among the car coats. It gets to come out now and then.
May 24, 2010 at 9:02 am
Caryn,
It’s true. By the time Sunday dinner was over it was late afternoon and good for nothing.
Hang on to that jacket! It will be back in style in no time.