A Few Random Sunday Morning Thoughts...
Jake came in the other day with a handful of tulips, daffodils and hyacinth.
I oooed and ahhhed over them. Put them in a cup. (He had snapped them off fairly close to the top.)
I put the flowers on my desk. He is so sweet, I thought to myself.
Then I realized I don't have any tulips coming up in my yard. Or daffodils.
Walter learned something about women last night. Don’t ever- EVER- talk about women’s weight.
After a brief back and forth about the leftovers from the Chinese restaurant last night, he made a joking comment about my weight.
He was lectured- loudly- by three hysterical women about American culture, women, and body images. He learned an important lesson. No matter how thin, how fit, how perfect an American woman might look- never say a word about their weight.
I sat at a baseball game yesterday and realized I was woefully underdressed. Clad in shorts, golf shirt and a fleece jacket, I did not match up to my suburban housewife peers. One woman had a lovely pink sweater set with a matching silk scarf tied around her neck, circa 1950.
Allan turned to me and asked where my matching scarf was.
In your closet, I replied.
Between games, we stopped home to have lunch. I had an overwhelming urge to put on my pearls. I resisted.
Only because I could not answer an important question.
Do pearls count as white before Memorial day?