It’s packing day.
Tomorrow I leave for Boston.
I can say this: packing is so fun! And, so very hard at the same time.
The fun part is rummaging through my closet to pack my bag for a different weather system. It’s kind of like meeting old friends for coffee.
“Oh my god! How are you little white silk top with the pleats and bows?
How long has it been sweet black suit …like months??
You look fantastic!”
Then, there’s the hard part.
Not having the right slicker, shoes or tops for the May rain yet also temperate Boston weather. It’s not like I don’t have items that “can” work for me, they just are not the perfect match.
Which is fine, I’m used to improvising this or that, it being one hundred and thirty days into a year of not shopping.
It’s just that I thought I had everything I needed for a year’s wardrobe. Tonight I realized I am wrong.
I forgot something.
I forgot all about those tights, nylons, pantyhose, leotards, stockings, hosiery, underpants, leggings …whatever we call them these days.
Turns out there is a gap in my wardrobe which is pretty hard to substitute with another garment. It’s not like I can throw on my pajama bottoms and pretend they are nylons. Or, I guess I could, but I’m pretty sure I would have a lot of explaining to do.
So tonight as I pack, I am left with this: pants or bare legs.
Which reminds me of a little tortoise we encountered on the boardwalk the other day at the beach.
He was driven in stride.
He was focused in direction.
And, as he was just plodding along, he wasn’t afraid to show those bare legs.
You know what they say about choosing between a hare and a tortoise.