Postcards

29 years, 149 days ….

Was pulling laundry from the dryer yesterday, under strict guidelines from Karry. 

Which she made me repeat out loud before she left.

Which didn’t upset me at all. 

We both know my track record.  

Set myself a timer for 10 minutes for the two pairs of leggings (black and gray) that needed pulled out early. 

At eight minutes, I still remembered black and gray, but texted her to triple confirm that both were pants.

After the rest of the load finished, I neatly (for me) folded and hung everything else. 

Even remembered to check the lint screen.

“She’d appreciate that,” was an actual thought in my head. 

It was covered from the full load.

The lint was the brightest purple.

From the big Eeyore sweatshirt she got at that Disney discount store in Orlando. 

Probably why it was on discount. 

Made me smile … not sure why.

Maybe because I was the only person in the universe who knew that something she loved made the world purple. 

Took me a few seconds to roll it off the screen and into a ball.

Thought about saving it for her.

Nah, she’d think it was weird.    

Took a picture of it before I tossed it in the garbage, though.

So I’d remember.  

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