September Sunday
Cloudless skies and a howling wind out of the north, sending the fireweed cotton billowing across the fields. Frost last night but already promising to be warm today.
Traffic at work is slow.
Tanzanian Peaberry coffee (freshly ground) with a dollop of heavy cream, fresh, locally-produced eggs scrambled with bacon and feta cheese, a Lindor dark chocolate truffle for dessert.
Life could be worse...
Of course, I was fifteen minutes late for work because Lucy Sue didn't want to be found to take her medication. Well, that's a cop-out. I was already running late when I began morning medications because after carefully selecting and laying out my work clothes for today last night, I discovered once I had the outfit assembled this morning that I looked frumpy (!) We can't have that! I'm a Civil Servant--I have an *image* to maintain! (Yeah, right...)
You see, now that I am skinny again, I decided to take the plunge and wear a skirt to work. I'm pretty sure the last time I did that was during the Clinton administration....
So, black tights, black tank layered over a lime green one, and my green/gold/black jungle-foliage-print wrap skirt. So far so good. But the short-sleeved safari jacket I was planning to wear on top just didn't do it. I tried my beige duster and that was even worse. The dark green and light green big shirts didn't do the trick either. Meanwhile--time was ticking away. I tried a couple of mandarin-style tunics in different shades of green but was still dissatisfied.
*Screw it*
I grabbed my black denim blazer. That did it. Or was good enough.
I hate pawing through clothes to find things to wear to work. 1) It's not like anyone at the airport--ramp rats, pilots, grader drivers, airplane mechanics or my fellow ATC specialists--really ever notices what I wear. 2) This is Alaska--not NYC. As long as you are decently covered, no one really cares what you are wearing. 3) I have three closets full of clothes--you wouldn't think finding something to wear would be such a challenge.
Traffic at work is slow.
Tanzanian Peaberry coffee (freshly ground) with a dollop of heavy cream, fresh, locally-produced eggs scrambled with bacon and feta cheese, a Lindor dark chocolate truffle for dessert.
Life could be worse...
Of course, I was fifteen minutes late for work because Lucy Sue didn't want to be found to take her medication. Well, that's a cop-out. I was already running late when I began morning medications because after carefully selecting and laying out my work clothes for today last night, I discovered once I had the outfit assembled this morning that I looked frumpy (!) We can't have that! I'm a Civil Servant--I have an *image* to maintain! (Yeah, right...)
You see, now that I am skinny again, I decided to take the plunge and wear a skirt to work. I'm pretty sure the last time I did that was during the Clinton administration....
So, black tights, black tank layered over a lime green one, and my green/gold/black jungle-foliage-print wrap skirt. So far so good. But the short-sleeved safari jacket I was planning to wear on top just didn't do it. I tried my beige duster and that was even worse. The dark green and light green big shirts didn't do the trick either. Meanwhile--time was ticking away. I tried a couple of mandarin-style tunics in different shades of green but was still dissatisfied.
*Screw it*
I grabbed my black denim blazer. That did it. Or was good enough.
I hate pawing through clothes to find things to wear to work. 1) It's not like anyone at the airport--ramp rats, pilots, grader drivers, airplane mechanics or my fellow ATC specialists--really ever notices what I wear. 2) This is Alaska--not NYC. As long as you are decently covered, no one really cares what you are wearing. 3) I have three closets full of clothes--you wouldn't think finding something to wear would be such a challenge.
