where it was hot, 100 degrees as we drove to the outdoor wedding. But sweat looks kind of healthy on some folks.
Here, in Boise, it is cool. And I must confess I have resurrected the white sweater Paul brought home from Korea 22 years ago, and I am wearing it at this moment as I set about to do a few chores in my house.
I vowed (I thought) to throw it away for sure this year (I've tried before) after the winter season ended. I did throw it into some kind of trash receptacle. Thrice. Truly I did. But here it is again, scarcely holding together, providing just enough cover to keep the chill away. Can't help it; I love the thing.
However, if it's still around when I die, don't bury me in it.
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