Sena noticed that I didn’t roll up my trousers the way you’re supposed to do it. I had no idea. I guess you’re supposed to double roll the bottoms of your trousers.
I got to wondering how James Dean rolled the bottom of his jeans. It turns out he didn’t, at least in the film “Rebel Without a Clue” (excuse me, “…without a cause”).
My jeans are a little on the long side and, as usual, that makes me wonder if I’m shrinking as a I get older. Height shrinkage is normal at my age.
Anyway, she double-rolled the bottoms of my jeans—the proper way. It reminds me of T.S. Eliot’s lines in his poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”
“I grow old…I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
By the way, this reminds me that we’ll be turning our clocks back by one hour tomorrow. I usually prefer doing it the day before, which always disorients Sena, but makes me feel ahead of the game. But there’s no reason to do it earlier—except to feel an hour younger and to give me a little more time to get the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
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