I haven't been very wild lately.
In fact, for the last 3 1/2 months I've had no desire to be wild.
But no matter how bad I felt I always got dressed for the day.
I'm not one of those beings who can stay in my Jams all day.
Just can't do it. Maybe I feel exposed. Vulnerable.
Or maybe it's from, seeing to many people wearing their
Jammies at the local Wal Mart.
Back in the day it was okay to go without a bra. It was the feminist thing to do.
A rebellion?
I don't remember, because somewhere along the line of time, I wouldn't be caught...without one.
The more under-wire the better.
But during this long period...not knowing what the blipety blank, was wrong with me,
I rolled out of bed and knew I couldn't constrict my weak body with the binds of a bra.
Maybe the the fems of the day were on to something after all.
I did get dressed, but decided to wear this
wild leopard cammy, with a built in liner.
Enough to give support and enough loose so I don't feel I'm wearing
a straight jacket.
I've been to more medical rounds in the last 3 months, than I have in the last 3 years.
One young Duggie Houser, suggested these things happen with age...wanted to cry!
not because he thought I was old, because, really? with all of
today s technology,
he's going to stand there, shake his head, and say, it comes with age?
I wanted Dr. House, so bad at that point.
And I wanted him NOW!
So while many of you live where the wild things are,
this is about as wild as I'm getting for the time being.
Made from mostly scratch, Wild Mushroom Soup.
(No the mushrooms, aren't why I was sick!)
I did get pretty wild, with the shitaki and oyster rooms!
And somewhere in the vast picture files I have,
there's a lovely bed of Wild Rice!
But for now!
Someday soon, I plan to slip these pretties back on,
And take a steady Walk on the Wild Side!
