Our home is a shambles this morning as David has been cleaning his room and closet. So far he has hauled 3 typewriters, 2 brief cases a backpack or two and a huge suitcase to the station wagon for removal to Goodwill.
Soldiers of the Punjab in Khaki uniforms. The word is Hindustani—->
You think I am ever going to travel again? he says. Do you think I am ever going to work again? I help him sort through the suits and ties as he loads the briefcases in the car. A quarter inch of dust on everything as he hasn’t worn most of them for over 10 years. I pull out the blue jacket which goes so well with his khaki pants..the only kind he will wear, and one nice blue suit he bought soon after we married.
Every tie has a tale to tell. I bought most of them for birthdays, Christmas past and other occasions. Some are red, some blue, most are or were expensive silk ties bought with each new suit when we both worked and made the big bucks. I have seen artists do wonderful things with old ties, I tell him.
When I traveled, which was often, I always bought him a tie. There are no silly ties with dancing girls on them, however. David is a conservative man who was once an executive with a large corporation. In his prime he dressed like Mitt Romney. All David’s ties are conservative ties. Or so he thinks. I threw out the wide ties I tell him. I never wore a wide tie in my life he tells me about 30 years too late.
These days, David wears a tie once in a while, so I kept three ties back for him, all blue. If you want a red tie, I tell him, I will buy you a new one (it won’t be wide either). The others are all on their way to the cleaners with the other stuff to be cleaned before we deliver them to Goodwill.
Why do I feel a clammy hand on my throat? The weather people are predicting ominous things for those of us on the East Coast. An unseasonal snow storm bearing down from the Northwest toward a tropical storm approaching from the Southeast. A perfect storm they are saying. What’s so perfect about it? Most of are praying the darned thing will blow off into the Atlantic and dissipate.
We saw George and Mage Sunday. I retrieved them from the Virginia Square metro stop and drove them to our place where they met David, who then transported them to his club for a meeting. (David had been cleaning his car all morning.) David said over 200 people attended the meeting, many of them youngsters the ages of our grandchildren (early 20s). I hope Mage and George enjoyed it.
One thing we have in abundance in our area is young people. They migrate here from all over the US and the world, and our county is one of the most ethnically diverse in the US. It is also the physically healthiest county in the US. Of course young people are generally healthier than older folks, so that is no surprise.
Yes, we are fairly youth-centered in Arlington, with miles of bike and hiking trails, as well as dog parks. Another thing you will see in our county is community gardens. Although garden allotments are common in Europe, they are only becoming a rage here in the US. We have managed to fit them in everywhere.
Harry Truman once said, ”If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.” Many youngsters appear to have taken his advice as apartment buildings and Condo communities compete by advertising amenities for dogs. And, you can count on the passage of bonds for dog parks every election. There were dozens of dog walkers out near the Metro stop where I met George and Mage.
The New York Times reports neighbors in the city are fighting over the keeping of urban chickens. This feels like de ja vu to me. When I first moved to the DC area in 1961, I saw chickens and chicken houses in the back yards of houses along East Capital. Now urban chickens are all the rage. (To the left one of my daughters chickens.) - –000—
David had cleaned his station wagon to make room for passengers. In the process, he delivered what looked like a half ton of stuff to Good Will. Included were three old typewriters covered with dust he had stored in his bedroom closet. Inspired, he visited the vacuüm cleaner store and bought an attachment he can use to vacuüm his suits, most of them unworn for many years.
David’s suits are so old they are back in style with their narrow lapels. Or maybe not. I don’t keep up with men’s fashions any more, but I know at one point in our working lives we both dressed well. I gave most of my work clothes away ages ago. They were beautiful clothes, but they were mostly size 10 outfits and I couldn’t get into them today for love nor money. I kept a few things like scarves which I never wear. I am scarf and hat mad. Shoes too. Some day, I will be thin again and wear those scarves with some fancy outfit, but I will never wear heels again. Maybe.