[W] Gratitude-O-Rama

I am grateful for my memories. Admittedly, I have kind of a lousy memory, but nevertheless, my mind's eye is easily filled with mini-movies of times past. I am lucky in that most of my memories are fond ones. Most often, a memory will slip into my mind just as I am drifting off to sleep and send me away to the land of nod with a smile on my face. A few memories slipping into my mind as I write this:

1. Walking along the Iowa River with R. in Iowa City -- past Hancher and over to the park, singing DayO (endlessly!), talking, laughing. Also, composing The Honors House Blues in the attic room of the Honors House. -- I got the Honors House blues... and I just don't feel like studyin' --
   
2. Leaving commemorative clothing "sacrifices" on the track at AHS with H. Also, the smell of -- what was it called? zippy gel? -- that stuff the swimmers rubbed all over before races whilst clad in their wee little swim suits. It was a good smell -- and a good show, though I don't think I appreciated it as much as I should have. :) Also, the summer you house-sat in I.C. at the house with that freaky painting of the girl... was she on a bike? I think so. Creepy.
   
3. Drinking too much wine with C. at Angela's wine tasting and getting over a rough-spot in our friendship. Viva la vino! Also, carton upon carton of shelf-stable orange juice. And Keef. Adorable Keef. Oh! And being on the lam from the Ibiza (ahem -- that's pronounced Ibithhhha for those of you who are less worldly that C & I) police.

-W