Odd and trivial memory dept.

I picture these strange odd little memory resurfacings as though they're the chaff that fell through the filter of coffee beans. No idea they were there until they suddenly just appear. This time it was an IG post from my daughter-in-law showing her green fingernails.

And I recalled when, in 1972, my then-husband and I went to see Cabaret when it first came out. Afterwards, I ferreted all over Humboldt, Iowa until I found what must have been the only bottle of green fingernail polish in town. (Sally Bowles wore green fingernail polish). I was ecstatic! But all I got from everyone I came across were stern or sneering looks. I don't think I ever wore it again. But just look at us now! Free from those chains of cosmetic color conformity!

This is kind of a place-marker.

I lost my beloved O'Keefe cat August 13, and although I've always put a memorial page for my dear pets who have passed away, I haven't been able emotionally to do it yet. I will, but she meant so much to me that I am going to have to both grieve a little longer, and think long about what I want to say. She was my best friend for 15 years. How do you sum that up?