End of season.....

End of season, ratty old shorts.....at least according to Millyrose.....”Are you wearing those ratty old shorts again?”
Well heck, it’s still warm here in northern California..we generally have a nice long autumnal season.....but, there’s change in the air ‘n I ain’t talkin’ politics....as the weather cools, I’ll swap my summer wardrobe of shorts ‘n tee’s for a winter uniform of jeans ‘n sweatshirts....’n (sigh) Seasons come ‘n seasons go.....I guess I’ll have to toss at least some of my shorts ‘n tee’s ‘cuz they’re getting entirely too ‘ratty’ for Millyrose... They’re a little frayed around the edges ‘n the tee’s do tend to gather spots....but I’m a little frayed around the edges myself ‘n I prefer to call my spots freckles even tho’ I know that ain’t the case...’n even tho’ the dermatologist asked me if I even knew what sunscreen was for.....duh!! Still ‘n all, I don’t expect Millyrose to toss me.....On that proverbial other hand tho’....one never knows, do one?
Hectic times round the ol homestead...Cary ‘n Millyrose are packing ‘stuff’ to ship off to India for Dave....who knew it was so pricey to ship a few pounds of stuff to foreign lands.....’n so much trubble....
Back to my ratty old shorts ‘n tee’s....I tend to hang onto stuff f’rever....clothes, books, etcetera ad infinitum, ad nauseum....In a corner of my bedroom stands a Red Ryder BB gun that I got for my ninth b’day....as I recall, I shot Bob Sanders with it ‘n had it taken away for awhile....I have held onto books that I got as an adolescent ‘n clothing that I got as a teen.....when Dave was....I dunno, somewhere in his teens, I gave him a pair of motorcycle boots that I’d got in highschool...fashions change all the time but they come back.....doesn’t do me any personal good however as there is no way that I c’d fit into those old clothes...fortunately, my kids ‘n their friends have been into retro for a long time.....that’s prob’ly the only reason I have any closet space at all....
Too bad they don’t feel that way about all the other junk that I’ve held onto over the years...like the 64 Falcon that lives in my driveway.....
Still, y’know, sometimes it’s good to hang onto things.... friends, mementos of times gone by, golden mem’ries of a childhood shared.....Sometimes, it’s good to let things go....bygone slights, hard feelings over forgotten incidents....There’s a pop-culture saying, “Let go ‘n let God.”......That’s prob’ly a good idea.....I’m a believer in Karma.....You get out of life what you put into it....What goes around comes around.....that’s kind of a scary tho’t...
I ain’t led an absolutely blameless life ‘n Karma c’d be rough....
But, y’gotta hope for the best ‘n have a little faith that things will work out for the best....sort of a Panglossian theory on the evolution of life.