There are so many things that seem important when I first think them, or maybe just interesting. then they lose value as I assimilate them.
Now I am wondering how to keep this blog private - as though anyone would be looking for it?
It is getting colder here. It is 2011, hard to believe. I have two-part gloves that I bought in 1993 when we were traveling to Quebec for the Pee-Wee Hockey Tournament. I have meticulously kept track of both the inner and outer parts of these gloves since then. Were they pricey? Can't remember. But they are warm.
So a few days ago I decided it might be the first hat day of the season. After many iterations, my wife and I have come to some storage agreement for the hats and gloves on the porch. I dug into the box for my Bruins hat, a present last year at this time. And I was deeply satisfied to not only find the hat in the box, but my favorite gloves still in the hat. A year later. In the same place.
I immediately thought about how comforting this was. To have my stuff right where I put it after a year. Then I thought about all those refugees all over the world who have lost their place. They are waiting to go home and get their gloves.
