Dreaming of the Beach

WIP, Umbrella Painting 2, working title, acrylic/printmaking

6 x 18, by Elizabeth W. Seaver

I am a creature of the warm weather.  I like to go barefoot, or if I must wear shoes, let them be sandals.  To my mind, one layer of clothing is the most that ought to be required for any outdoor occasion, unless, perhaps there is a gully washer and then, a rain coat is acceptable.  And to have to wear three layers INSIDE is torture.  But it is better to be layered than cold.

There is so much to keep up with in the winter--a hat, a scarf, a coat, a sweater, and TWO gloves, for pete's sake, not to mention all the regular stuff we cart around.  It is rare that I don't leave something trailing behind me like Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs. 

That's why I love living in a small town.  Someone who knows you well (and knows your wardrobe backwards and forwards) will happen along in a minute and know the item belongs with you.  They'll look after your delinquent item until they see you later that day at church or in the store or walking the dog.  And they'll probably bring you cookies, too, because they know something must be amiss for you to have been so unaware as to have lost your mind scarf.

Once, I left my cell phone behind at the grocery store.  The cashier called the first person in my phone book.  Then, Wendy called me to say I'd left my phone at Giant.

See, Mom, someone's looking after me.  Of course, it is taking a village.....