One of the great things about summer is that I can stop wearing long underwear. Now, I’m not talking about the red one-piece underwear that you see in the cowboy movies. The ones that the cowboys wear night and day – with the flaps. Like these at Cowboy Outfitters.
My long underwear is two pieces – top and bottom. Some pieces are white and some are pink.
Very feminine – at least for long underwear.
The thing is – I didn’t used to have to wear long underwear in the winter.
I’ve always been cold-blooded – Wait! – I mean cold-natured! (Hmmm. . . Freudian slip?)
But as I’ve grown older, the cold has become more and more agonizing for me.
Now, the climate is not considered particularly frigid in my corner of the world. Not like Antarctica or Iceland. But when the “wind comes sweeping down the plain” in the frosty winter,
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it can cut right through me like – uh – ice.
I’m getting older – and colder. I hate that!
No wonder retirees move to warmer places – like Florida.
Ahhhhh. Here comes the sun. . .
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