Itâ€™s cold here. Not Alberta cold or Yukon cold, but Bowen Island in December, without rain, cold.
So, this cold and dark morning, I got ready for my quick morning walk, and guanqifa practice, at the lookout, by dressing super warm.
I started thinking of my old friend Haim, as I put on my fleecy super warm pants. (He was a stickler for keeping warm) Linda came to mind, as I put on the pretty wool socks she gave me last year. I continued. Marsha made the sweater, I was with Sandie in NYC when I bought the scarf. The mink earmuffs were her moms. Then I pulled out the big warm Hudson Bay coat, that Rosie gave me several years ago. The one I had lined with my momâ€™s satin wedding dress, at the suggestion of Janice. I grabbed the flashlight Marian had given me and walked out the door.
All bundled up and ready to brave the cold, I was feeling warm and grateful for the generosity and thoughtfulness of the people in my life.
I made it all the way to the gate, before I realized I was still wearing the house slippers Dorian gave me.
Jeepers, I thought, Iâ€™m 58 years old and I canâ€™t even get dressed by myself! â˜º