I just spent 5 days editing without changing out of my pajamas. It seemed a good time to share an old guest post I had the honor of contributing to Seumas Gallacher’s wonderful blog. Thus…Writing in Pajamas.
To me, flannel pajamas are symbolic. Whenever I get the chance, I wear them all day, and in case you were wondering, I’m pj-clad as I type this post.
In my mother’s generation, all-day pajamas indicated a mortifying degree of sloth. Pinch-lipped gossips would roll their eyes toward heaven, conjuring images of beer before breakfast, dust bunnies, and soap operas. If a woman wore pajamas all day, she certainly didn’t chair the holiday bazaar or volunteer at the library. Her kids lacked appropriate moral supervision and, no doubt, roamed the neighborhood like hooligans. Never mind her neglected spouse nibbling TV dinners after a long day at the plant.
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Just because the title of this post is “Just because,” I’m going to share a photo I just took.
Just because my boyfriend Michael’s mother passed away yesterday, our loving neighbor Karen gave him some cookies from Lakota bakery. Just because Faxy the dog and Michael are great friends, Karen signed Faxy’s name, too.
I took these two photos yesterday, just because.
Just because a tea company tells me so, I’m going to
- live light,
- travel light,
- spread the light,
- be the light.
Just because I like to explore and share music through this blog, here are some “Just Because” songs.
Just because we’re all mortal, all human beings share…
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