So off I go to the bedroom to tackle the closet. Three whole blouses and two skirts actually hit the "give away" pile before I come across the silver scarf an old boyfriend gave to me when I was 21. It still looks wonderful, which is more than I can say for the old beau whom I saw recently. Thank you, Lord, for answering THAT prayer with a resounding "no"! But the scarf sets me thinking about the senior prom and whatever happened to so-and-so, and somehow a half hour disappears and I need a cup of tea.
But reaching for a clean tea cup I find two screaming blue plastic cups with bright yellow screw-on lids and am transported back to the days of my boys' childhood. I remember buying these in Tesco's in North Wales when the kids were about 4 and 5. Our host, Uncle Jim, only had Waterford glasses, and the responsibility was too much for my nerves. Now I'm missing my "babies" and Uncle Jim (in different ways, happily) but still missing them all. Sherry is looking better than tea right about now, and although I should chuck it all and go to the gym, I'll probably just go take a nap.
And there, in a nutshell, is why when you come to my house, you have a 50/50 chance of sticking to the kitchen floor. Ah well. It's almost warm enough to open the windows. I'll open the back door, too and let the wind just blow through!