This morning, I’m thinking about things I miss and things that come back.
Some things I miss are not coming back, including the special enchiladas I enjoyed for over twenty-five years at a favorite Mexican restaurant, which is now under different management.
Hmmmm. I thought I’d think of more things I miss that are not coming back, but — for some reason — none of them are coming back to me, right now.
Maybe that’s because I’ve been missing some sleep lately. Any sleep we miss does not come back, I know.
However, some things I miss do come back.
For example, some days ago I wrote about this minor loss: a magazine I’ve subscribed to for many years has changed its format and altered its contents.
When I searched Google for an image of that magazine, the old format I miss just came back to me:
Here’s the new format:
It wasn’t so much the old format I’ve been missing, but some of my favorite puzzles. In that most recent edition, much to my delighted surprise — one of my favorite puzzles came back!
This is what happens, around here, when I try to take photos in the middle of the night (and other times, too). Here’s an unobstructed shot of my beloved Cryptolists:
It’s coming back to me how much gratitude I can feel when something I miss comes back.
It’s also coming back to me that I decided, last night, to take my anticoagulant medication …
… during breakfast, instead of dinner, from now on.* It’s also coming back to me how my boyfriend, Michael, and my son, Aaron, talked to me, over dinner last night, about ways I might remember to take that one, daily pill, which needs to be taken with food and that comprises all the medication I need to take, at age 61, with my very complicated medical history. Why did the three of us have that discussion last night? Because it wasn’t coming back to me, while we were eating dinner, whether I had taken my pill.
It’s also coming back to me how much I’ve hated taking medication, since I was a little girl.
Something else that comes back to me, right now: I truly believe that taking the anti-coagulant with breakfast will come back to me, very easily.
What else comes back (to me and to others)?
- People (usually)
- Memories (often in altered forms)
- Blog readers I haven’t seen for a while (sometimes)
- Endocarditis (PLEASE, NEVER AGAIN!!)
- Unhelpful thought patterns (and ways to challenge and change those)
- Cold weather
Which reminds me of a song:
According to that YouTube video description of “The Cat Came Back,” that’s a “Classic Canadian Cartoon.” It’s not coming back to me, whether I’ve seen that before.
Somebody I’ve missed listening to — Garrison Keillor — sang “The Cat Came Back” when I first heard it, if my memory is coming back to me accurately. However, this is all that comes back for “Cat Came Back Garrison Keillor” on YouTube:
How about this?
Is anything, in particular, coming back for you, now?
Thanks to Michael, to Aaron, to cats, to any creature who helped me write this post, and to all those who came (back) to read this blog today, including — of course! — you.
* I sent an email to my Primary Care doctor about this change after I published this post. The email that came back explained why a pill with dinner is better than a pill with breakfast: this medication would miss having food in the stomach for absorption. I will go back, as directed. I also don’t want to miss the opportunity to remind my readers: check all medication changes with your doctor!