Skirt

On the days I play piano at the retirement home I dress a little nicer than my usual jeans. I do it out of respect, knowing it’s how my parents would dress were they still living.

This particular day, I wore a skirt that was navy blue with white polka dots, along with a yellow sweater, a classy outfit I ordered from Lands End a couple years ago. At the conclusion of the program, one elderly woman surprised me by saying, “That skirt is so pretty! I have one just like it!”

Seriously? I know I’m old at sixty but am I really dressing like an eighty-year-old?

“Don’t you just love wearing it?” she asked.

Not any more, I thought. Not any more.