So, after three months here in Massachusetts and quite a shift of lifestyle (oh yeah) I'm still here. We're all still here, aren't we, except those of you (God bless you, Mary Oliver) who have decided to move on. Winter's here and I have gotten used to the pace of it.
What's new is I've come to the realization I'm an old crow (more accurately, a crone). How do I know this? I couldn’t make up my mind on a sweater and it was 47 degrees. After futzing around, I finally put on some socks and jeans, a dark grey t-shirt and a two tone Vans sweater. I tend to dress this way all the time, too much grey and black. I have numerous combinations of cardigan sweaters and t-shirts. I think I started wearing them about five years ago. It reminds me of that article in the New Yorker by John Updike (god rest his soul) who said women of a certain age wore black, and red, or a combination thereof, all the time. So now that's me. Sheesh.
C. D. Finley
Opinionated, wry, sometimes corny, observational humor mostly about writing, but you never know.