We joke in my family that my dad could watch the same movie over and over again and enjoy it the same every time because he never remembers what happened.
I think I inherited something of that from him, although in my case it doesn't apply to movies so much.
This morning I was enjoying my gray hooded sweatshirt, pulling the cuffs down over cold hands (the sun and the wind haven't kicked up yet), when I was pleasantly surprised to discover thumb openings in said cuffs. I think that this happens every time I wear it. Like, "wow! thumb holes! this is great!"
It occurs to me that this could be a beautiful thing for the rest of life -- always being pleasantly surprised by pleasant things.
Or it could be a sign of early-onset dementia . . .
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