My dockside shoes. I’m officially in fashion!

What’s cool for school! – This week I saw two different groups of high school girls at Starbucks. One group wore uniforms with tan dockside shoes and crew socks. Very attractive. The other wore grey slightly oversized sweat suits. They may have been an athletic team with something going on first thing. In a different way, they were attractive too. I see a lot of bizarre outfits – clothing too small, shoulders or other parts hanging out or hair sticking straight up. They are going for an avantgarde look but not quite making it. It’s my daily entertainment. I wonder what aging adults thought of my outfits – go-go boots, die-dyed anything, jeans with bleach splotches, banana clips – oh my. One thing is for sure. Being young goes a long way to help you pull anything off. I don’t think I can wear go-go boots without looking silly!

Invisibility – The one thing they don’t you about aging is that you become visible. I don’t know how it happens but I know how it feels. I’ve learned to be more perky and bouncy (believe me that is work at this age!) to get waited on. Maybe that’s why I enjoy Starbucks. It’s like Cheers (young’uns google it!). They always know my name.

So what do you do? – I try to be attentive and compliment women my age who are dressed nicely. New outfit? I notice. New sneaks (most women my age only wear sneakers for stability) get a shout-out. My goal is to make everyone feel like they are not wallpaper.

Speaking of old age – My brother and sister-in-law are coming tomorrow for burgers on the grill. (It’s a holiday weekend in the USA.) They are 96 but you wouldn’t know it. My SIL will dig out some spiffy outfit from the 90s (or maybe the aughts) and look marvelous. She never became invisible but she’s incredibly outgoing. We are who we are.

Not feeling great!

It is the holiday weekend – And it wouldn’t be official unless there was a medical crisis. This time it’s Sasha. It’s not really an emergency. I’ll take her into the vet later this week. Her issue is consistently barfing up her breakfast (after pestering me for it). At least this isn’t fatal, but her morning screaming may make me resort to two mocha lattes!

So how was your week?