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Only when picking up the newspaper from my front yard.
Oh, yes, there was one other time, when the fire alarm went off in the hotel at 3:00 a.m. But I was in the height of style that time - or at least, in the company of many others similarly clad.
My husband did last night. He's an engineer, a hard-working, traditional sort of person. But he went through cancer surgery and had a number of complications. He nearly died last week when he went into septic shock. He's dropped down to 150 pounds from his usual 190. The doctor told him to eat, eat, eat. He's currently rehabilitating in a nursing home at age 57. The food there is horrible, so he asked to be taken to a casual restaurant last night. I obliged, of course. He didn't have the strength or energy to change into street clothes. And it didn't bother me one bit. I was just happy that he had an appetite again and was sitting across from me, alive and kicking.
I used to judge when I saw people out in public wearing clothing that seemed "inappropriate." But now I realize it's none of my business and there might be extenuating circumstances involved.
My husband did last night. He's an engineer, a hard-working, traditional sort of person. But he went through cancer surgery and had a number of complications. He nearly died last week when he went into septic shock. He's dropped down to 150 pounds from his usual 190. The doctor told him to eat, eat, eat. He's currently rehabilitating in a nursing home at age 57. The food there is horrible, so he asked to be taken to a casual restaurant last night. I obliged, of course. He didn't have the strength or energy to change into street clothes. And it didn't bother me one bit. I was just happy that he had an appetite again and was sitting across from me, alive and kicking.
I used to judge when I saw people out in public wearing clothing that seemed "inappropriate." But now I realize it's none of my business and there might be extenuating circumstances involved.
Wow, what a close call! So glad your husband is doing better.
And yes, it's good to be reminded about extenuating circumstances. Hope your husband heals quickly and continues to eat well. Thanks for letting us know.
Wow, what a close call! So glad your husband is doing better.
And yes, it's good to be reminded about extenuating circumstances. Hope your husband heals quickly and continues to eat well. Thanks for letting us know.
Thank you so much. And I didn't mean for my post to sound preachy although I am pretty sure it did. I'm exhausted and have lost my ability to communicate in my "normal" way!
I have once played outside with my friends in the park wearing my pyjama bottoms
Never to the shops though.
OMG NO! But I have walked to the curb to pick something up, or gone out to check the sprinklers in the yard in the morning in my robe. I remember once a man passing by who glanced at me in my short robe checking the sprinklers one early morning. Then I saw him come by again! He had gone around the block to take a second look! LOL. Kinda creepy, but I was also kinda flattered, 'cause I was no spring chicken. It was nice to know that my legs still had some attraction for the opposite sex.
No. I saw a man in the grocery store a few weeks ago wearing a T shirt and rumpled pajama bottoms though. He was buying beer and junk food and looked like a slob. It's a style for some twenty somethings though, I have heard.
Yes they have been in the public wearing pajamas because this is the generation of lazy and pathetic.
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