Quietly enjoying a day in my life.
One that I am eternally thankful my parents gave me.
It was before television, computers, internet, cell phones.
The telephone was wired into the wall and it was a party line.
When reading books and writing letters transported us
to ideas, friends and family.
I am grateful to have been part of that era.
to celebrate my day, I made sure to have something to open.
Months ago, on a clearance rack at the local thrift store, this smart cotton jacket
was begging for a second chance. An Eileen Fisher number with a nifty
off-set zipper, pockets and a double layer of fabric here and there.
The color was just wrong.
If it was to be a birthday jacket it would
be colored with November.
Bundled up it was left to wait for my day.
I am hoping Eileen approves but if not, at my age, it’s just fine.
I rather like it.