Sitting here in my swamp, I often review my recent decisions. Unfortunately, one decision was what to wear to a funeral. It was unfortunate in that my lovely sister-in-law passed away, yes, to heaven. That’s another discussion. This one is far less serious.
What to wear…my standard rule is No Heels and No Hose. I easily fall over because I’m round. Heels sink into the ground, such as in a burial site. I did wear heels to my daughter’s wedding in January because I wanted to dance with my tall husband. I’m short and I normally wear flats. Or my feet go bare.
I also wore hose, among other things. It was cold and they helped to add color. However, normally, no hose. If someone complains, especially a man, I’ve been heard to proclaim, “When you wear hose and heels, I will.”
Once challenged they tend to back off.
Also, recently I’ve been sitting in my swamp waiting for Dorian, the hurricane. I played the game “Do I have enough”? (Water? Bread? Wine? Cookies, Spam (yuck) Beanie Weenies?) I enjoyed listening to the forecasters explaining how close Dorian might visit. “He might wiggle a little to the east or he might wiggle to the west.”
Thankfully, Dorian knew to wiggle correctly, without heels or hose, far from my swamp.
Enough!
Eleanor Tatum 
Glad to read a few thoughts from you. I often refer to my life as being in a swamp, as it has actually been a few times. It has become the catch all phrase for things on the back burner in my mind.