I was thinking how much better I have gotten. I still forget things and blotch my words sometimes, but I have definitely improved from the beginning months of living without Jeff around. From the day we moved Jeff to Cleveland up until November, I was a chicken with my head cut-off. Since November, I have been temporarily stitched up. Very often those stitches fall out and need replacing, but my head is not completely detached from my body. At best, I seem to be able to remember my own name most days!
So, with the confidence of knowing my name, I have felt better about myself lately. I feel that I don't look as disheveled as I used to. Basically, I believe that I am able to hide it a little better now.
That is why I was so surprised to step out into the garage with Shea for our morning run to see this:
What's wrong with that picture? This was 6:30 a.m. My uncle was asleep upstairs and I had just walked out. The garage door had been open all night long. Whoops!
I tried my darnedest to remember how this could have happened. My uncle must have been the last person in. No doubt in my mind. I would never forget to shut the garage door. Never! As I rewound the previous night in my head it all came back to me. The whole scene played out. Shea and I were playing in the backyard as we often do.
As we were playing, Shea suddenly ran to the front. In a panic, I chased after him to find he was only going to greet my uncle who had just arrived home. Shea, in all of his excitement didn't know what to do. He was literally running in circles. So my uncle and I both ran inside knowing Shea would follow us in. And, he did. All three of us went in and never came back out. Not even to shut the garage door!
Luckily, there were no consequences for our absentmindedness. And, when it comes to faulting someone for this mistake, I fault Shea. After all, he was the last one through the door!
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