Fashion follies
A solitary image; enough to remind me of my moment of madness. Fashion folly. At the moment when I was about to become a ‘teen, something in the music industry triggered a desire to wear dots. Big dots. In a contrasting colour to the background. “I mean, come on Mom, all the other guys are wearing this!”
My family didn’t fly that flag, and I think I managed to get one, or two shirts. Which remained the rage for a matter of months, before paisley overcame taste. I am glad, in retrospect, that my parents had more sense and budgetary logic than to dress me like a clown. Happily, no photos remain.
Today, the RV did a 180 turn, in preparation for winter. Even went for a ride, down the road, just because it could. We can now hide the umbilical power cord from the hungry jaws of the snow remover. No other seasonal preparation is planned; maybe this will be a clement year, without great accumulations. Maybe.
We’re trying to keep the noise level down, right now. Two sleeping dogs. Best not to upset the peace.
I’ve been looking over the news from “the city where I used to live”. Right now, the city fathers have big dreams, and no budget. Something about a new bridge AND a tramway. The question that should be answered hasn’t been. Who needs to cross the river? I lived there for three decades, and managed to avoid the bridges and ferries. Nothing to see on the other side, and apart from our annual escape to the coast, no need to cross over. I’m sure the same thing applies for hundreds of thousands of others.
