So it's 8:30 a.m. and already 65 degrees fahrenheit, bright blue skies, intense sunshine. What's with this "winter" weather? My poor garden will be totally confused if it reverts to cold and rainy again before the true spring comes (assuming that this is a false spring). If the sprouts get frozen out, I'll just start over. If not, then there's a jump on the vegetable garden for summer.

I've hung up and aired out my summer clothes; it's supposed to get up to 82 degrees today. But if it's 65 now, it wouldn't surprise me at all if it were to top out at close to 90.

Clothes are clothes, convenience, nothing much more. But to the people with whom I worked, fine clothes, jewelry, hairdos, makeup (what I call dressing up) were closely tied in with being respected, with cultural pride. I always dress on the casual side, always did, even when working. More than one boss asked me to dress "up" because how I looked reflected on him and his competence. Of course, I complied.

So now I have this wardrobe that I'm slowly sorting through. I can dress for myself, no one else. B would like me to dress up for Sundays more than I do (jeans and tee shirts offend newcomers?), so I probably will do that, but as for the rest of the days of the week, jeans and shirt or tee are just fine for me. Sandals. Plus hoodie or sweater if it's chilly.

Little by little the jackets and skirts (ugh!) and fancy blouses are being given away or shipped off to the Salvation Army. Shoes with heels long gone (like a week after retiring). B wants to have a yard sale some time soon, so I guess some of the items will be held back for that. I'll make a sign that says "Most of these clothes are gently used, most sized xy to zz".

Can't help being a planner even though I'm no longer being paid to do it.

82 degrees?? In mid-February? Crazy. Already by the end of writing this entry it's up to 67. Gonna be a hot one.