This morning I wore my coat, a knit cap and bought some gloves at lunch all because it is cold. Today is the first time this fall/approaching winter that I have dressed for winter weather. It really isn’t exaggerating to say that I spend the majority of my non-working hours — at least while awake — wearing shorts. I like shorts. They are comfortable for the most part. But they also represent something within my life. Shorts say that unless I have some important task or gig to do, that I can spend a great deal of my life feeling and wearing something comfortable.
I remember having a conversation either with my former psycho girlfriend or a female friend, I cannot remember who, about shoes. Women have some sort of genetic bond with shoes and seeking shoes, at least most of the women I have known. There are exceptions of course. But women can behold shoes as an object of passion while men look at shoes like … well like an old shoe. Comfort, durability and looks. That is what I look for in shoes. And yes, I’m a flip-flopper. I bought a cool pair of flip flops at Academy sometime right after the hurricane, Ike, now about three months ago and they are beginning to fall apart. They fail the durability test. But they still look cool and are still comfortable.
Not certain where this shoe tangent is going I will just say that I like being comfortable in my own skin, sort of semi-literally. The 35 degrees outside with cold wind, rain and possibly some assorted frozen precip later on makes me uncomfortable whilst I try to gain comfort. What I like least about cold weather is it is always either too cold or too hot. I remember the last time I was in Washington, D.C., it was cold and it seemed like every place one walked in was like entering an oven. Hey, why not have it somewhat temperate so it isn’t such a shock when you either enter or leave an inside space? Novel idea, or what?
Well, it’s about time to jacket up, toboggan up, glove up, get up, truck up, grocery store up, go home up, watch Wolf Blitzer up. Up, up, up.