The times (and clothes) they are a-changin'!
I think you may think I'm going back to the '60's to review a folk song. No. Not today. I am not a fashionista - not by any stretch of the word, which is almost too long for me to spell, much less drape it around a body that cannot comprehend what the word means. Yesterday I changed clothes twice during the day...not because I was getting dressed up but because the weather changed on me. But today, I changed clothes three times. No, that does not include my jammies. First time....I have a standing golf lesson at noon every week. So I put on some cropped pants, a plaid shirt, and sandals. Changed into my golf shoes at the range. I often wonder why I take these lessons. The more I try, the worse I am...yet after a two week lapse, I'm hittin' them just fine. What's with that? But for me, as I've said, this is time for me and my therapist, adviser, and my golf teacher, Woody. He knows as much about me as most anybody on the earth. But I digr