Today and tomorrow are going to be a bit warmer, today in the 40’s and tomorrow around 50°. It is a perfectly lovely day. The sun is bright bright, even squint your eyes bright. The deep blue sky is clear. The wind has disappeared. When I went to get the paper today, I saw the stirrings of spring. It was a huzzah moment. Tiny green shoots are above the ground.

When I was a kid, life was pretty much day to day. Planning for the future meant wondering what I’d do on Saturday. Relatives I seldom saw used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I had no idea. I was young. I always thought that a silly question. My aunt the nun always asked me that question the once a year we had to go visit her. That was always her only interaction with us. I made up answers. That was the fun part. She never figured it out.

One time I was on a bus in the days when smoking was still allowed on buses. On the front seats, two on each side facing each other, were women who were together. They talked and talked. One of the woman took a cigarette out of a pack. She didn’t pay attention. She kept talking. I watched her put the cigarette into her mouth and light it. She had the wrong end in her mouth and lit the filter. She sputtered and coughed. I chuckled quietly.

When I was eleven or twelve, I had a white visor. I wore it all the time. I thought I looked cool. I probably didn’t. Back then I had categories for clothes. I wore school clothes, a uniform, every day. After school, I’d put on my play clothes, usually jeans, girl leans with the zipper in a side pocket, and a blouse. On Sundays I’d wear church clothes, a dress or a skirt. I was too young to care about style. 

I have only one category for clothes now, comfy, but I do have two dresses, my spring and my summer dress. They are old. They are flowery. I have few occasions requiring a dress so they are far back in my closet. The last time was Easter four or so years ago when I went out to eat. I also wore a fascinator, a round white one with a flower, a bit of whimsy to counter the dress.

I have come full circle. Happily I am too old to care about style.

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