Beanies

Ok I’ll admit it.  I’m a bit of a beanie lad.
A beanie was really nothing I thought of wearing in Townville though Merril said she went up to the Gulf of Carpentaria and when the temperature dropped to like 24 out came the beanies.
I only really discovered beanies when I was going to the US and it was likely to be cold.  (I never saw snow falling but it was on the ground.)  What I thought was a funny event that is totally unrelated is when I was having my first snow fight with someone.  They ducked behind one of the big wigs on the tour - just as I let loose with a snowball.  Got him fair and square. 
Where was I.  Yes I did not see snow falling but sleet was falling in Canada.  I was glad for the beanie.  It was a really good one and made me look cool.  It made me feel warm but look cool.
I think it sort of suited me because of my Prussian heritage.  I reckon my ancestors would have worn one all the time in their homeland.
Since that one I have had a few beanies.  I thought none were as good as the first I had.  One had a pom pom.  It made me look a bit silly.  Well my pride thought so, though it was warm.
I have sort of gotten over the attempting to look cool.  My thinking is I am 67 and married.  Who am I trying to impress?  Once upon a time I was trying to impress the girls and now it is only one girl I want to impress.
I had recently graduated to a different type of beanie.  One that a person did not need to curl up but that lay flat on the head.  It was good but not as good as the one I now have.  Merril’s sister brought it back as a gift from Scotland.  It is from the Isle of Iona.  Isle even sounds Scottish doesn’t it.  Aye.
So I have a new favourite.  The weather is a bit iffy though.  I do not know if I am hot or cold.  No matter.  It’s on when I need it.