Hippy Summer

My colleague S asked me what was up with me today. Gone were the frowns, the pale face, the Metallica booming through, the high boots and power bitch dressing. Instead, smiles, tan, linen slacks and a flowerchild top, and Loreena McKennitt. All I could say was, I’m happy.

It’s warm outside, the light’s good, I have the kitchen door open when I’m cooking and I can run back and forth to the vegetable shed without freezing my ass off. I can wander about the house in shrts and a vest. I’m relaxed.

Cold makes me crunch up inside. Especially since I lost weight, I can’t keep the cold out. But now I don’t have to. I can sashay about, shed layers and feel like me again. I like this.