I am a girl who demands exacting rigor in her reading of the calendar, Come November, I expect the weather to turn appropriately cold, so that I can wear sweaters and tights with no fear of being overly warm. I feel the same way come March, but in the reverse: I'd like to wear warm-weather, spring clothing. And because that's what I want, that's what I expect ---- so I banish the dark wool and corduroy skirts and tights in favor of lighter weight skirts and sweaters. While the tights are washed and put away; sandals and flip flops are located. I am ready for Spring.
This tidy, ordered system would work quite well but for Mother Nature, who is unwilling to just flip a switch and declare the arrival of spring. So there will be a day or two of warmth followed by the return of cold. Things will go back and forth and I will be hopelessly unprepared. And cranky about it.
I refuse to wear tights past the second week of March. Right up until then, I will tolerate cold weather, taking the attitude that Mother Nature just doesn't get it. But once past the 15th, I grow sternly impatient with Mother Nature and her fickle behavior.
Not surprisingly, Mother N doesn't give a damn. She treats me like the child I am. I could hear her speaking to me this morning, as temps stopped rising at 45 degrees and I still went to work sans stockings. I could just hear Mother Nature speaking to me: "Fine, missy. Dress that way if you like, but you'll be cold." And, damn it if she isn't right, I am cold........but I blame Mother Nature, not my own poor judgment.
I suppose I should dredge up some tights and wool to deal with the cold. But the biennial closet change-out has already been made. And I am a girl who takes comfort in her strict routines. And so I am left to hope that my pride will keep me warm.
2 comments:
I do admire how you don't let reality mess with your reality.
I bought 3 new pairs of capri pants hoping that my optimism would cheer on Spring. Keep on with the positive thinking.
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