Month: October 2020

That term is being used quite frequently at the place I toil. No, that’s not true. No one in my living room is saying that. The place where I get a paycheck? Nope. That would be the bank. Well, not really. I don’t even get a paycheck anymore. I do always (mostly) have cash, which is kind of a waste because I never use it. Everything is FREE FREE FREE! Okay. Back to the unicorn vision. At first, it threw me. Why are they talking about one of my wee dearests favorite toys. Make believe? Fantasy? And who wouldn’t want to take That thing for a walk! I guess all of that is the point. Now that the virtual world is reality, the unimaginable is becoming very maginable. At least for many. I’m still having a hard time coming up to speed on all of this. And as much as I want to embrace new ideas, they are just slowing my roll. I feel like I’m always a few feet (miles) behind understanding. I get the how-to quickly, it’s the wha-wha that throws me. As in What? How in the h*ll can that work?!$! But it does. So in this new world, the unicorn is having his day. And I hope he’s pink. The vision is getting legs, which is quite cool. Utopia might not be the goal, but I think I just talked myself into accepting this new reality. That’s a good start. As Winnie the Pooh would say “I am not lost, for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost”. Once you start quoting a bear that doesn’t wear pants, the unicorn can’t be far behind.

Or at least my Closet does. When I hear a new term, I must use it to show how cool and trendy I am. Just saying that, of course, makes me uncool and untrendy. But my Closet sighhhh. It is a masterpiece. When my youngest dearest went away to college, I decided to turn his bedroom into a huge a$$ space that I could fill and fill until I couldn’t fill no mores. And then fill somemores. It was a birthday gift which seemed like a great idea until my dearest called to give me wishes and asked what I got for my birthday. Ugh, your bedroom? I can still hear the silence screaming in my ears. Not like he would be sleeping on the floor. More like moving down the hall. Guess I should never have called it a ‘guest’ room. That closet eventually turned into a whole house remodel, but hold your breath for that one. Anyway, my Closet is full. If I’m a liar liar and my pants catch fire, Ive got backup. If a large feels a bit snug (damn virus) no worries. An XL is waiting in the wings. Now that sweater weather has been cancelled due to a scheduling conflict with sweatshirts, I just go visit my beautiful twin sets and cashmere. And pull out my Burberry sweatshirt. Which no one that really wears Burberry would ever own. A lot of my peeps keep using the ugly word ‘downsizing’. What does that even mean? I’ve lost so much weight the big girl clothes don’t fit anymore? Upsizing! Keep it coming. Someday I will once again take my pretty things out for a night, and try to remember that they probably will need dry cleaned and not stuffed into the barrel of cotton. And spandex. (Damn bat). Did I just write a whole blogue about my closet? Which makes me wonder out loud, why are Disney movies so sad? #lockmeinthecloset