Jasper wakes up with a killer hangover and a throbbing black eye. The first thing he sees is a single rose on the side table and a note from his wife: “Darling, breakfast is on the table. I’ve gone shopping to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you!”
He staggers to the kitchen and, sure enough, there’s breakfast. “Mike.”he says to his son, “what happened last night?”
“You came home pickled and got that black eye tripping over a chair.”
“So, why the rose, breakfast, and sweet note from your mother?”
“Oh, that. Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take off your clothes, you screamed, ‘Leave me alone, I’m married!’”
‘I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.’ Henry David Thoreau
This is my favorite shirt. I love it more now than the first time I put it on. I wish I had a meter to tell me which things will turn out like this shirt. When it was new, it was a nice medium-weight denim, several shades darker. It was probably laundered six or seven times before it revealed its beauty to me. It faded and softened, calling out to me every time I open my closet. Buttons have been replaced a few times, buttonholes repaired, tucks restitched, and today, an iron-on patch applied to the right side just below the yoke. The lace on the yoke has a small, well, maybe good-sized snag. I don’t think anyone will ever know.
I fear it will wear out one day, as my favorites have done before, before too much longer. Sadly, it’s like trying plug a hole in a dam, when you plug one leak, another starts. I guess I will just love it as long as it lasts.