This morning, I notice rain outside my window. Finally, finally the skies have opened up and rain has come tumbling down. Mmmmmm. I love that sound. I love that clean fresh smell.
Later in the day:
I walked through the men's department of one of the nice department stores in town and noticed this:
Seriously? Is this the look that men will be sporting this summer? What's next bell-bottom pants?
I believe there are certain decades whose styles are better left in the annuls of fashion disasters. The 70's would be one of them. Remember leisure suits? And double knit trousers? Don't get me wrong. I'm all for peasant blouses, ankle length skirts, bare feet and wreaths of flowers on one's head. I even like paisley prints, been known to wear them. But M-aisley (paisley for men) shirts? I'm pretty sure even Tim Gunn who doesn't hesitate to wear plaid shirts with a striped jacket would give this shirt a thumbs down.
At the other end of the mall, I noticed, with glee, the robins are back in town. I love these few weeks when my red-breasted brethren stop for a brief rest on their migratory sojourn. It's like spring break for birds. They hang out, enjoy the warm Florida climes and get drunk on luscious red berries.
I love days like this.
P.S. Sweetie just told me he thinks this shirt is "cool" looking. At least he didn't say "groovy."