Layers of Anticipation

When I was in high school, I used to wear a pair of shorts under my jeans or jean shorts. This pair of shorts was like athletic wear, and at any time, I could Magic Mike my outer pants off and be able to engage in an impromptu game of basketball or a romp in the park. I had to buy bigger outer pants to accommodate the extra clothing, and it wasn’t always the coolest option, temperature-wise. But I was faithful to this style well into college as well.

I’m not exactly sure why I started doing this, I think this originated from when I was on the soccer team, and I didn’t want to have to worry about changing in front of people. But it proved useful in a multitude of situations where one might need a change of clothing at a moment’s notice. It was like my own version of a secret superhero costume under my “normal” clothes. When I needed my superpowers, I’d run into a phone booth…or whatever was on hand…and assume a new identity. Instead of skinny, nerdy kid in street clothes, I was skinny, nerdy kid in athletic wear!

Unexplained Dreams

I had a strange dream last night where I was showing my spousal unit a photograph.

Me: “Look at this picture. On the wall in the back, you can see a painting of a tree. I painted it before we left our old house.”

Spousal Unit: “That’s so cool. It looks like stained glass. And the tree is so big that you can only see the bottom part. And are those branches curving down from the top?”

Me: “Yep. On one side is the sun, so the tree and branches are orange, yellow, and red. On the other side is the moon, so the tree and branches are blue, purple, and white.”

Spousal Unit: “Beautiful. Who are those people in the photograph?”

Me: “That’s my father, my ex girlfriend, and me.”

Spousal Unit: “What are you doing?”

Me: “We’re playing tennis.”

Spousal Unit: “Well, why is your father hanging upside down from a harness from the ceiling?”

Me: “I have no idea.”