Breaking up is hard to do.
October 28. One month since I posted last.
Our AC is still in the on position. It did run once or twice in the last week.
I am finally starting to morph some fall clothes out of the closet.
Which brings me to these two pair of shorts.
I told myself they would not see another summer here. The denim ones were inherited. The khakis I have had for maybe 20 years. They are both so frayed the draw strings are in jeopardy of breaking every time I put them on. Yet. It is to hard to toss them.
So I played taps (with my lips) and walked them through the house to our recycle bin.
I said goodby to these good and faithful servants.
They were my go-to shorts when I was just hanging out at home.
Now they will reside in old clothes heaven.
Shalom.
