The other day I joined a neighbor who was waiting for the elevator. She was elegantly dressed in black slacks and a flowing black top. Her beautifully coifed white hair and her “statement” silver necklace were just right. I told her she looked gorgeous.
She told me that she was on her way to a funeral. She added that if she was going to a party, she would be be wearing the same thing.
Standing there in my jeans and t-shirt, I thought about the last time I dressed up. It was our birthday party for Peter’s 90th. People were beginning to pay attention to something called Covid-19.
It was March 8, 2020.