Beige Suit Thursday. . .

The upper half today. Suit and tie are Brooks Brothers, the pocket square is from Put This On, and the shirt is a silky, soft number that I purchased from Land's End about 15 years ago. How much longer can it last without fraying or a small hole developing somewhere? Time will tell.

And the lower half, featuring some recently shined Allen Edmonds split toe oxfords. Not shown are a pair of plain, mid-blue cotton dress socks from Dapper Classics.

Fooling around with the phone for a few minutes earlier this morning as I waited in my office for a couple of students to drop by the last designated office hour this semester. Yesterday, two different young men in two different courses indicated they desperately needed to talk to me. Sigh.

It's not unusual by the end of any 15-week semester for panic to strike a certain number of students once they realize -- as advised in my 12+ page syllabi. . . Yes, 12+ pages!!! -- that they should have taken the course, its material, assignments, and policies much more seriously, much sooner than they did. As though a last minute conversation will somehow make a difference when there has been no communication and little, if any prior involvement from the students in questions since early January. There always seem to be six or eight such cases every December and May, but I suppose that's not too bad in light of the numbers I teach each semester, usually 130-150 students across three courses.

By the way, one of the two who assured me he would come by this morning actually made it. And the second? Ah, well.

Sadly, today was also the final day of classes for yours truly this semester, so with the exception of a few committee meetings and a conference presentation during the next couple of weeks, the opportunities for donning a jacket and necktie will be relatively few and far between from now until the end of August. Somehow, a suit and tie seem like overkill for trips to see the dentist, doctor, and ophthalmologist, so I'll stick to the usual penny loafers, khakis, and blazer over a pressed shirt when those particular errands roll around.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

Comments

Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

Classic Style

Search This Blog