I had hoped that this one detail of Christmas Past had slipped out of Meems' memory forevermore. But, NOOOOOOOOOO. She started asking for it a couple of weeks ago. I tried to bluff. "I'm not sure where that is. You know how it is when you move! Things just get put in weird places!" "Well," she'd reply, "I hope you find it."
The conversation would start fresh in a few minutes. "Have you seen my hat?" I'd repeat, "I'm not sure where that is. You know how it is when you move! Things just get put in weird places!"
Then it would spread from my heart and consume my whole being...
Guilt!
Guilt!
Guilt!
Even though I hadn't actually SEEN the hat in a year, I had a pretty good idea where it was. This morning, I lugged a stepladder upstairs and pulled down the 3 remaining boxes of Meems' Christmas treasures. It was in the third and final box. Dang it. Oops! I meant to say, "Praise Jesus!" I brightened at the thought that the old hat had lost its magic powers. It hasn't.
It's in perfect shape. So, today I will present the hat to Meems when I go for my daily visit. To the staff of Wedgewood South Assisted Living Center: My apologies. This hat will drive you crazy. This hat will also light up 90 YO Meems' face. She will grin from ear to ear.
Here it is. The hat. Feliz Blah-Blah-Blah to you, my friend.
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