“I wear my sort of clothes to save me the trouble of deciding which clothes to wear.”
Today is another delightful day with temperatures in the low 70’s. The sun is warm. A small every now and then breeze blows the low branches. Clouds come and go. Flowers are blooming. My front garden has new, tall white and purple flowers. I can hear my neighbors working in their gardens. Spring has arrived but so has the yellow, dusty pine pollen. I can see a light layer on my car. I don’t need to shut the windows yet, but that is coming.
I noticed some lily of the valley shoots across the street. They are probably from my side garden which is covered with lilies of the valley. More are on the small hill beside my house. My back yard too has lilies of the valley. Every shoot reminds me of my mother. Her front yard had lilies of the valley and violets. I brought some plants down here. The lilies closest to the violets had turned a light purple. Those I planted in my front garden, but they didn’t survive. The violets too have disappeared, but the lilies have survived and spread. They are everywhere.
When I was a kid, I wore the typical girls’ uniform of the day on Saturdays. That consisted of girls’ jeans, blouses and low rider white pointed sneakers, dirty white sneakers, but I was young and didn’t care. Many of my blouses had no sleeves. That was the style back then. My jeans had a zipper in one front pocket, but the pocket wasn’t deep so it was more of a half zipper. On the warmer days I substituted shorts for jeans, but the rest of my sort of ensemble stayed the same.
I wore dresses all the time in Ghana. It was the custom. I knew ahead of time so my mother and I shopped and found a few dresses and some skirts. I am not really a dress person. I did wear one to school here every day but changed in a heartbeat to cozies when I got home, and I never wore dresses on the weekends. On our shopping spree, we found a really ugly after shower sort of cotton robe which I wore every day in Ghana. It was white with black blotches. It had a zipper. I used to take it off and jump into bed still wet so I’d air dry and be a bit cooler to fall asleep. That was as close as I got to casual clothes in Ghana.
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May 13, 2023 at 6:21 pm
Hi Kat,
Today began mostly sunny regardless of the forecast last night from the TV weatherman. He was predicting much needed rain most of the day. Maybe, tonight we will get the rain. Right now the temperature is a muggy 81°. We’ve been running the AC since late April.
Parts of my front grass has been invaded by a variety of ugly weeds. Maybe next week I will have my yard guy come and mow them down.
When I was a kid in the Dallas school district I wore blue jeans, tee shirts, and black high top sneakers every day. Usually they were Keds sneakers. We called them tennis shoes. When I transferred to the NY city school system in the eighth grade, I had a real shock. No jeans, no tee shirts, no sneakers. We even had to wear ties. 🙁 If you came to school without a tie, the assistant principal had a collection of extremely long and ugly ties from which he chose for you to wear for the rest of the day. When I went to high school, the ties disappeared, but chinos were permitted and they were all the rage. The shirts were required to have collars, and loafers were permitted shoes for boys.
Instead of gym class, the boys could take swimming a couple of days during the week. The school had a natatorium and we swam naked. The coaches wore swimsuits. The girls swam the other weekdays and they wore swimsuits. Invariably in January, the bell would ring and the coach would yell, “Everyone out of the pool and no late passes”. The shortest way to my next class was across an outside courtyard. Although, I wasn’t outside for very long, the cold on my partially dried hair and skin was shocking to say the least. 🙂
May 13, 2023 at 7:22 pm
Hi Bob,
It is 67° right now. It will get a bit colder tonight, high 50’s. This is typical weather for the cape this time of year. I probably won’t run the AC until one or two times, maybe, in July but more times in August.
One side of my lawn is mossy. That won’t need to be mowed. I wouldn’t mind your weeds. From a distance they might look like grass.
I mostly went to Catholic schools so I wore uniforms. The only exception was when I was in grammar school and had a brownie meeting then I could wear my brownie uniform. My high school uniform included wearing black loafers. In high school, when I moved down here, I had to wear skirts. Boys had to wear shirts with collars. Even in college during my freshman year and part of my sophomore year, I couldn’t wear pants. That changed during the winter as it was freezing so they allowed pants. The dress rule never returned.
Wow! a pool! Only one high school down here has one. I would have preferred swimming instead of PE. We didn’t have much time to change out of our PE uniforms. I was always buttoning or zippering as I was leaving the locker room.