Wearing the wrong jacket

There are times when I can only tell you that it all comes down to humor and over the years I have learned to take it all in with a grain of salt, so to speak. This is what happened the other day when I discovered to my chagrin that I had worn the wrong jacket.

With no longer being able to see colors, I have to depend on a few things to ensure that I wear the right clothing. First, make sure that I arrange my closet in such a way that I know where to find what I seek, and second to ensure that what I think I am wearing is really what it is.

I had put on a light fall jacket when I was going out with Mom to the hospital. I really thought that the jacket was my red one, my Montreal Canadiens hockey jacket. But lo and behold, it was not! It turned out to be the jacket to my ice skating outfit, a black and white jacket. How far off the mark could I have been?

I'm Donna J. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day. Come by any time and listen to some of my audio mysteries at www.donnajodhan.com.