It went where???

Ha, must have been referring to my brain!  I very carefully saved this page, with only the heading on it, so I would remember what I wanted to write about.  Oh yes, THAT worked well.  Didn’t even revisit it for two weeks or more and, really, you think I remember why the title?

It may have, in truth, been a commentary on things we forget.  We don’t really forget them, they are just lost in the many files in our brain.  Ever been in an office that had rows of filing cabinets?  Ever worked in one?  You know there is a system but it still pretty much requires a person to be in charge of just where files are, how to quickly access them.  We only have us, and as you know ‘us’ are busy with a multitude of things which probably is not recalling where every single item is filed away.

I have had those missing bits of information float to the surface in the middle of driving, in the middle of the night, in the middle of a dream.  My granddaughter can attest; we were headed to her school and in the middle of a totally unrelated conversation I yelled “Gloria Urias”.  This is not an epithet, but the name of a friend I competed against in the Miss Santa Cruz County contest in 1964.  She sang ‘On Wolverton Mountain’, I gave a speech, neither of us won.

The mind is a marvelous thing, even when it forgets where the data is stashed.  I’ve fretted over a website issue for hours, gone on to other things.  Worked on it in my dreams, continually looping the issue until it was solved, or just woke in the morning with an “Aha! Let’s try this!”.

You are wondering if I remember yet what my original intent for this piece was?  Heck no!  So we will just let it roll ? .

Still searching for a piece of fabric I know I had, cute little bears on it, the blue jeans one I think.  Fake denim look, ‘squares’ about inch or so, random bears.  Seen it?

The other day it was two shipping boxes I had snagged while shopping.  Store clerk was emptying them, they were a perfect one bear size, and I am totally into recycling when it comes to shipping boxes.  Brought them home, and then could not find them.  Well, you know where they went?  Onto the designated ‘shipping box’ shelf in the shed! However, I had forgotten that I had set up an area just for that purpose.  Organization only works when you remember you ‘had a plan’!

Enough of this, I need to work on a piece about snow before the weather changes!