Fiddling About
It is frigid in St. Louis, and it happened with the suddenness of a football team swooping down on a buffet table - rude and violent. I cannot believe it was 82 degrees last week. This is nearly a 50 degree difference. I feel like St. Louis was watching the left hand, and then Mother Nature came in with a right uppercut.
What this means is that I am cold. I have, for some unknown reason, a lot of short sleeved shirts. What this means is that I have a few long-sleeved t-shirts I wear under my short-sleeved overshirts. I also am lacking in pants before laundry day, so I threw on a pair of old navy blue pants that has a hole beginning to form on the right knee. I'm wearing my black "old man" cap and my black overcoat and my black Converse Chuck Taylors (with white ankle socks to boot). I also decided to wear my glasses today and I'm growing my beard out again. I caught of glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought, "Wow. I look like a spy." Not like the James Bond kind of spy; we're talking the LeCarre kind of gutter spy, the sleazy, shady sort of mystery man who picks up a package in a back alley.
I also noted I, in my current attire, could play this character:
Keith Moon as "wicked" Uncle Ernie in Ken Russell's Tommy (1975)
So, yes. I look (even more than normal) like a pedophile. Oh well. I'm dressing for warmth here. Fashion comes a distance second to prevention of frostbite.
What this means is that I am cold. I have, for some unknown reason, a lot of short sleeved shirts. What this means is that I have a few long-sleeved t-shirts I wear under my short-sleeved overshirts. I also am lacking in pants before laundry day, so I threw on a pair of old navy blue pants that has a hole beginning to form on the right knee. I'm wearing my black "old man" cap and my black overcoat and my black Converse Chuck Taylors (with white ankle socks to boot). I also decided to wear my glasses today and I'm growing my beard out again. I caught of glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought, "Wow. I look like a spy." Not like the James Bond kind of spy; we're talking the LeCarre kind of gutter spy, the sleazy, shady sort of mystery man who picks up a package in a back alley.
I also noted I, in my current attire, could play this character:
Keith Moon as "wicked" Uncle Ernie in Ken Russell's Tommy (1975)
So, yes. I look (even more than normal) like a pedophile. Oh well. I'm dressing for warmth here. Fashion comes a distance second to prevention of frostbite.