Well, I've felt more "normal" today than any day since I fell. I even took a nice little walk down to No-Man-Lord's house and back and to the post office which is about one and a half miles and although it was like ninety degrees and who knows what the humidity was, it wasn't bad. I've been thinking about those pretty red flowers that grow on my neighbor's fence and there they were today. I'm glad I didn't miss them. Every year I look them up and every year I forget their name. I looked them up again today and that is the cypress vine. Cypress trees have needles like those of the vine and so there you go. Will I remember this next year?
Oh hell no. I won't remember it next week. I would learn so much if I went back and reread all my blogs. I would be amazed.
And then I would forget it all again.
When I got to the post office, the mail lady had already shut her window because it was after twelve. Here in Lloyd we only have clerk hours until noon but we're lucky to have that. As I opened my box, I heard her call from the office behind, "Hello!" and I answered back. I saw I had a slip for a package in the box and she said, "I'll get that for you."
This is how things go around here and I love it. Rules are rules but hey! She had to slide her window open again to hand the package over and I toted it home along with my mail. It was the puzzle that I ordered for August and Levon.
So. Did that shirt spark joy? Yes. Yes it did even though I may never wear it again. Marie Kondo's definition of sparking joy may be different than mine.
That whole entire memory and train of thought went through my head as my fingers were on the shirt and I let it stay and sighed and walked away from the closet.