The ephemera in our lives - the clothes, the shoes, the things we have - there's something weird about how ultimately little they mean to us. Because except for extraordinary items - expensive things, perhaps, or things we really, really wanted - we forget all about them.
Or maybe it's just me.
Because I was searching my memory to see if there were some umbrellas I've owned of which I was fond. & frankly I can only remember the umbrella that my wife had which we used to keep in the car. I don't know where it's gone now.
But there had to be other umbrellas in my life! It does rain in Texas from time-to-time! Bought or stolen, borrowed or found, umbrellas have definitely been in my possession or somewhat nearby when needed for most of my life. For example, I've never bought an umbrellas in a store after I've been caught in the rain. That's kind of a cliché, right? The umbrellas are more expensive then? But I can't remember doing that.
Ever heard of a memory palace? I don't have the patience to do something like that but I have been, for the last few minutes, thinking about places I've lived, & wondered where the umbrella I must've owned was. Mostly I think I've had those small, cheap, black umbrellas that are small & easy to carry (& lose). Where are they in my bedroom when I was in the 11th grade, in 1985? In the duplex I lived in in 1995? In the house in Austin in 2005? In the rental in Lexington in 2009? In this house in which I now live in Fort Worth? I have no idea.
Maybe you have a better umbrella story. I hope so. I'm doing a show about the damn things tomorrow!
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