“Hey, dear. Would you still love me if I wore stripey pants?” I asked Ming.
“Yes,” he said.
“Yay! Well, I’m not sure they will fit,” I said. “But if they do–thank you for loving me.”
I was lying in bed, thinking about some stripey pants I found in a giveaway laundry basket downstairs. They’re linen, with black and white vertical stripes. Linen feels so nice.
“What color do you think goes good with black?” I asked. I was fantasizing about dying them so the white part was a more exciting color. I could use some tiedye squeeze bottles from the craft store. It could be easy.
“Not silver and black,” he said.
I pictured silver and black–seemed pretty. A classic combination.
“Why not?” I asked.
“It’s like a certain sports team,” he said.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Well, not yellow. Yellow and black was my jr high school colors.” I played on the school basketball team, seventh grade. Not really a good memory.
“Brown and black is kinda nice.” I thought of the earth. “Red and black is terrible,” I added. “Green and black I can’t stand. Oh, what about purple? Purple and black is really nice!”
“Yeah!’ Ming agreed.
“Blue and black is ok. Like my mitochondria dress,” I said. I’ve been wearing it sometimes lately, now that it’s colder.
I am a bit early in how I daydream. The early bird gets the daydream.
Later that day I tried on the pants, but they were too small. Oops. But I told Ming that they were just slightly small on me, so maybe they would fit him. Yes, they go around him ok, but are a little shorter on the leg than he would prefer.
It’s hard to know what to bring, when you’re traveling for a while. Our warm stuff is all in storage in the Bay Area. We were housing insecure for four and a half months, summer weather to winter weather. It made no sense to travel with scarves, in June and July.
Seasons are weird. Like a different world requiring different gear.
I was suffering for lack of scarf. I used a bandanna as a scarf, which was better than nothing.
Then my good friend in town rode her bike over here and brought me a scarf as a present. Wow, I felt so loved–a rainbow scarf. There’s the physical warmth, and then emotional warmth of queer respect and friendship.
Thank you to everyone respectful and welcoming. The scarf is stripey also.