RANDOM! Fruitcakes ...

You look like a fruitcake. These truly epic words of my brother are echoed as the first five words in my novel, although admittedly it makes no sense there. Still. I won't delete it unless someone makes me. 

What does it mean? It could mean a number of things to a number of people. It can be taken literally, as in, an actual fruitcake, or it could mean a crazy or eccentric person. I don't think I've ever used it that way. I prefer crackpot, but that's just me.

It started because I don't like to be cold. It could be that my inner crazy old lady is making her presence known prematurely because in the winter I wear layers and stay in my pajamas as long as possible. I think of it as a perfectly healthy form of hibernation.Yes, it's cold here in Arizona, relative to the summer anyway. Live here long enough and 50 degrees will feel cold to you too. Point being, when I'm at home in the winter, I wear layered pajamas. As often as possible. 

So at one point last winter, I looked down and realized that I had on colorful, mismatched socks, polka-dot pants, a striped sweater and a plaid shirt. I won't even get into the color scheme, but I can assure you, it involved pinks, purples, browns, blacks and greens. Even I was surprised. How the heck did I get this way? I had to tell someone, so I told my brother. And when he saw me, he was impressed with both my lack awareness and my subconscious wish to resemble a traditional Christmas cake that no one really wants to eat. Or was he calling me crazy? Hmm ... He did have that look in his eyes. Oh, wait, he always has that look. Like he thinks I'm stranger than him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, my dear brother. We are equally strange and its obviously our parents' fault.

I'm looking forward to being a crazy old lady. You can do whatever the hell you want and nobody judges you beyond the initial judgement. Maybe I did it on purpose. Maybe my amalgamation of colors, fabrics and opposite design was intentional. Could be. Or maybe I'm crazy.

Jess

“Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.” 

― Albert Einstein