Fleeting Thoughts:
My memory needs a jar every once in awhile.
Last night Dennis and I were in the porch, rocking away taking in the news on the television. In between time during the chit chat, Dennis made a comment in passing that jarred my memory with a fleeting thought. The thought was about taking a hat to the local dry cleaners and they, in turn, needed to send it out of town to have it cleaned. Ah yes . . . and I had not gone back to the cleaners to check on it.
This morning before we left town for errands, we made a stop, and sure enough, the beaver felt hat was there waiting. The gal behind the counter had put the telephone number down incorrectly and she was hoping that it would be picked up . . . sometime. I checked it over and even the small black grease spot was gone.
While we were in Mankato, I stopped and picked up a cardboard hat box at Hobby Lobby for the perfect fit. Check that off the list of errands that the dusty memory of mine can put to rest.