I went down to my storage locker yesterday. I wanted to retrieve the inflatable mattress in anticipation of Diego’s arrival next week. I can’t remember the last time I visited the locker. But then, this story is about “I can’t remember.”
As I was digging through my pile of “stuff”, I was shocked to find a beautiful little rug. The design is a vivid American Indian one: red, black and white. The shock was that I couldn’t remember where it came from. Of course, I brought it upstairs with the mattress.
Slowly, the story of the rug seeped into my consciousness. It was from the time when I visited Arizona frequently. I actually rented a little house there once. I am sure now that I bought the rug at the gift shop in the Heard Museum in Phoenix. Now I think of it as new, new, new. A colorful addition to my space.
There are boxes in my locker whose contents remain a mystery. I think I will unearth the fossils one by one.
Hi Joan,
ReplyDeleteThis is Gayle, your former colleague from our copywriting days. Annie told me about your blog and I must say your writing is so interesting! Your passion, varied topics and opinions have me going back to read more. Take care and keep at it, Joan.
I like that idea, only I don't have a storage room. And the rug looks great. Have a nice visit with Diego.
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