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Winter's Last Gasp?



It is still cold with falling snow (!) here in Mid-Michigan, so the suit and shoes I planned to wear today were replaced by my trusty J. Press tweed jacket and a pair of pleated cords at an early hour after I checked the weather forecast online.  And we thought it was Springtime!  

My late mother always maintained that April was the cruelest of months.  Most people are ready for warmth and spring flowers, but so often, Mother Nature has other plans in store.  Part of the reason ol' Mom always gravitated toward the tropics and lived for many years in Merida on the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico.

Anyway, a quick trip by the cedar closet on my way upstairs from the (finished) basement where my home office is located made the switch relatively easy.  So too did grabbing an oxford cloth button-down collar shirt from the laundry room closet where my clean shirts hang.  

And voila!   Warmer, yet presentable attire in about 90 seconds.  This particular jacket and pair of pants reside on the same hanger, so there was not time or thought required to make the sudden change in attire after only one mug of very early morning coffee at 5:15am and before the usual shower and shave at 6:15am.  It takes a while for the mind to crank into gear that early in the day.

Looking reasonably pulled together need not take lots of time or be an inconvenience.  A tiny bit of planning and forethought makes it extremely easy as I always say in one way or another.

-- Heinz-Ulrich


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