While reading O Magazine, I learned that so-called “Pooling Pants” are now a viable fashion choice. What?
This is incredibly good news for those of us who are only 5″ tall, rather cheap, and very lazy about getting to the tailor. As it turns out, now I can wear all those unhemmed pairs of slacks hanging in my closet without fear of being unfashionable.
Look, this is awkward. I know I’ve been out of touch for almost two years. I can’t really explain why I’ve been silent or what I’ve been doing all this time. The best excuse I have is that I got caught up in having a perfectly ordinary life. You know – doing laundry, raising kids, watching Netflix, eating ice cream straight out of the container. A whole month went up in smoke when I got hooked on The Walking Dead.
With all that going on, the angst that was my fuel for this blog melted away from me. I felt balanced and whole in my good, perfectly ordinary life.
What am I doing back here, then?
I’m back because the roil and tumult of events happening outside of my control is rattling my will to live the one good life which I possess. I’m back here not to write ABOUT, but to write BECAUSE. Because of Katrina, because of Ferguson, because my 6th grader has three hours of homework a night. Because my parents are ill, because of America’s god-forsaken election cycle, because when I browse my Facebook feed I see images of dead children.
Maybe I take life too personally. But when is enough enough?
I’m also back because I have lucked into the perfect part-time job. Because I turn 40 next month, because marriage equality has become the law of the land, because my church’s wondrous stained-glass windows have been restored and gleam again. Because I still laugh at my husband’s jokes and enjoy good beer and live in a community unlike any other.
Because there are songs to be sung…
I Think It’s Going to Rain Today (Randy Newman)