My Closet and My Schedule
waited as long as I possibly can. It’s finally the
end of September and I’m about to retire my bathing
suit collection to the trunk upstairs. I will replace it
with my vast turtleneck collection. Now, I always make sure
to leave all my T-shirts downstairs in case there’s
a break in the weather. They also work out well underneath
cotton sweaters, which is all I wear.
choice of cotton comes from the fact that wool tends to
itch on me. Even with a shirt underneath, it just feels
prickly. When I discovered cotton sweaters, I felt like
I’d solved two problems at once. Initially, I wasn’t
sure that cotton would be warm enough, but then a friend
of mine initiated me into the idea of layering. Which is
something I still do today.
people don’t wear 100% cotton because it tends to
wrinkle. But based on my experience, when it comes to sweaters,
at least, they really don’t wrinkle. Must have something
to do with the bulk and weight. It’s not like a cotton
blouse, which will wrinkle unless ironed.
I told you guys I don’t iron anything? My sister,
Linda, who recently came to visit, was getting ready to
leave when she asked me, "Kath, do you have an ironing
board and iron?"
I knew I did, somewhere. So I sent Herman on a search and
rescue. He found the iron at the bottom of the back closet
under the stairs. The ironing board was hanging off the
closet door. And the iron still worked, or so Linda told
me. And get this, she was ironing a T-shirt to wear on the
plane. Does that make any sense?
a really nice time with my sister while she was here. I’d
go to visit her in Long Island, except that her home is
not accessible, and as time goes on I have more and more
difficulty traveling. Though that’s not going to stop
me for Thanksgiving and going to Mom’s house in Cleveland.
Some traditions have to be upheld. And that’s one
of them. Plus, can you imagine me making a turkey? I’m
not what you’d call a seasoned cook.
of course, there’s the mountains of food Mom makes
no matter how many people show up. She’s said often
she only knows how to cook for an army of people. Adding
to the army this year, I hope to see my Uncle Erry and Aunt
Renee. They’ve been a long standing tradition at Thanksgiving,
so I really hope they make it this year. Also, as the reigning
patriarch of the family, it’s just not Thanksgiving
without Uncle Erry.
I’ll send him a copy of this column to let him know
he’s expected. After all, I’m his youngest niece,
so he’d better show up. So there, I’ve gotten
my closet and my schedule arranged, and I’m ready
for fall. How about you?