Skip to main content

Festive Harris Tweed and Cords Thursday. . .


A not unpleasant combination of cold weather items yesterday (Thursday), my last day on campus for the semester.  Possibly straying a bit close to something you might spot in Yankee Candle, but ah, well.  I felt good wearing this particular combination, and 'tis the season as they say.

I dress for myself at this point.  I have fun wearing my clothes.  They brighten my day, and maybe a few others who cross my path.  In short, dressing presentably brings me joy in otherwise unpleasant times.  

And as my wife and I discussed one evening a few weeks back, albeit in a different context, we should go out of our way to find and create more of those little bits of joy in our lives.  Doing so makes life worth living. 

Donning another tweed jacket, seasonal necktie, cords, and penny loafers this morning, following a shower and shave, to head out and run a few errands before returning to home to enter points for final student team projects.  Then I can begin calculating final course grades and get everything entered into the correct online database by tomorrow afternoon.  

Our deadline for final grade submission is 4pm on the 21st, so the pressure is on.  Fun, fun, fun. 

So, it's best to bite the bullet and make some headway before the weekend begins in earnest when The Grand Duchess and I will pop the cork on a bottle of wine Following The Young Master's 8:30 bedtime. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich


Popular Posts

The Pleasaures of a Well-trained Dog. . .

  A few final photographs from my visit to my sister in Washington, D.C. last week.  These include  one of 'Mr. Beau,' my sister's meticulously trained and truly wonderful Doberman, another of my sister, second cousin, step-father, and yours truly on the steps of the church outside Lexington, North Carolina just after our late mother's interment service, two of me solo at the National Cathedral, and a final one of my sister and me hamming it up during a long evening walk the day before I returned to Michigan. My sister routinely walks to the cathedral, about three blocks from her place, to enjoy the grounds and gardens.  The Bishop's Garden, in particular, is a place she likes to sit for quiet contemplation and internal dialogues with our late maternal grandparents and mother, very much in keeping with the Episcopal side of things.  Our grandfather, who was raised Methodist, became an Episcopalian when he married our grandmother.   Before you ask, I am not sure tha

It's All about That Bass: Goodnight Tonight - Paul McCartney & Wings - 1979

Almost Mid-June Sunday Style. . .

  A fter two months, Blogger has decided to allow me in the door once again, so I can add a long overdue post documenting my take on classic male style.  Since we are almost in the throes of summer, let's go with a warm weather theme this morning. Now, the items above will not be to everyone's taste:  Deck shoes without socks, shorts, pleats, skinny pale legs, etc.  All invite tisk-tisking and debate in certain online fora, but that's ok.   I wouldn't wear attire this to campus Monday through Friday, or to church.  But for relaxed, comfortable warm weather-wear around the house during the weekends, with maybe a quick trip down the road for a gallon of milk at the super market, this will do nicely, thank you very much.   It's certainly preferable to the wrinkled, torn, stained sloppy alternative we see everywhere in 2022.  Neither is it at all far removed from how the various men and boys across three generations of my extended family presented themselves during even