There are at least two things I thought I would never do in my life. One was run naked through a farm animal pasture in the dark, waiting for the sun to rise. The other is receiving praise for my underwear.

Yes, underwear. My underwear has changed dramatically and much for the better.

In case nobody else has noticed it, there has been a marked revolution in men’s underwear in America and all over the Internet. It is no longer just those white cotton shorts.

Stylish clothes sellers and makers are creating them in modern collars and better and more comfortable sizes. I’ve joined the wallet thinner revolution too, but more about that later.

Living with an artist means such things are noticed and commented on. Maria is in love with my underpants. She is my arbiter of taste.

I am not used to getting praise for the clothes I wear, but there are no secrets around here, and I better get my underwear discussed on my blog before it shows up on hers.

I got tired of being chastised, even ridiculed,  for my dull clothing, all jeans and blue. To be truthful, I was getting tired of my clothing myself.

I was feeling dull and looking dull.

It might have something to do with Maria, who is so colorful and spirited in her clothing that I felt more and more like a decaying old log.

I have some new socks, which we have discussed, and some new khaki pants, which we have not. I have my new fisherman’s caps (actually, reporters wore them when I was young) and, in due course, have come across underwear that I love.

It is about time.

Maria was full of praise for my new underwear when it went up on the clothesline today, and she is a tough critic. I’m happy too. The new underwear is softer, much more comfortable (we don’t need to be more specific), and more colorful. I even got praise from one of the nurses when I was having my foot examined. She wanted to buy some for her husband.

That, for sure, was a first in my life.

And rapper Dell, who visited us last week, went on and on about my hats. I’m not used to being called hip in my dress by people who are hip. I’ll give you a tip about my new underwear hanging on the line.

They have stripes, although my others are solid colors – red, brown, and blue.

When I started the blog, I promised that I’d keep no secrets, this is the story of a life, and no man can be honest about his life without discussing underwear at least once.

So there it is. I’ve kept my promise and can move along. When I am not able to change life-long habits, then I am already dead. The body will just come along. In some ways, change is life itself.