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It’s not really like the progression from a cocoon to a butterfly…..

I don’t think a well-aged Patrice could ever be confused with a lilting fluttery butterfly…..

It’s not really anything as sophisticated as Kafka…or Pygmalion…or Midas…..

…..nothing that high-brow or sophisticated…..

But it’s a metamorphosis none the less…..

The migratory patterns from one Patrice to another…while constant and inevitable…becomes painfully evident and totally unavoidable…..

Patrice’s devolution has been coming on for awhile…and the necessary rebirth became necessary after a recent knee denim blow-out and tear…..

~~~!!!PLUS IT WAS A BLACK FRIDAY SALE!!!~~~

~~~Come On–A Black Friday Sale!~~~

I couldn’t pass that by!…..

I’m not a shopper…I don’t do lines…I don’t do crowds…I don’t behave well in crowded public places or settings…..

I’ve been known to laugh and speak too loudly and uncontrollably…(and intentionally–because that behavior surprisingly clears a crowd faster than you’d expect)…..

…..(just ask my daughters)…..

I have an entire series of predictable reactions to crowded spaces…and subtlety isn’t included in any of them…..

But old-fashioned catalog purchases…now that’s a horse of a different color…..

And Amazon…or eBay……………Yippee!…..

Yep…that’s my cup of tea…..

I can shop quietly at my kitchen table…sip that cup of tea…and act like the consumer I’ve been thoroughly programmed & indoctrinated to be…..

…..(and there are no store security guards following me around with disapproving looks)…..

*****Consumerism…There’ Something for Everybody*****

AND…I discovered that some very appropriate overalls were on Sale on Black Friday…on Amazon!…..

…..Tra!…La!…..

They were ten dollars off the regular price…and a better brand than I usually get…plus Free Shipping…..

…..and I didn’t have to glower at a single person in an overly crowded checkout line!…..

…..Win!…Win!…Win!…..

*****(Again?…Just In Case You Haven’t Been Paying Attention–What’s A Patrice?)*****

I loved my old Patrice(s)…I always do…I lived in them…you could probably clone me from the residual DNA…..

But my most recent dearly beloved overalls needed replacing…..

By replacing I don’t mean discarded…..

No…No…No!…..

I mean retired to only farm responsibilities (and visits to good/understanding friends)…no public social engagements (like doctor’s appointments or public galas)…..

I liked my newly-contrived and innovative “pocket patch” covering over the torn out knee…..

I may just add them to all my future Patrice’s…..

And the beat goes on…..