I kinda feel like I’m pretty observant. I’ll say to Vince “did you see this or that? He never notices anything. I’ll even sometimes say “I think there’s a spot on the wall by the door.” He’ll look over at it and say “No. I don’t see it” when it’s plainly there.
Yesterday when I was cooking my food out on the hot plate on the deck, I walked through the sunroom and looked up at the fan.
I’m not saying I’ve never noticed the basket part of the fan before but if I have, I don’t remember. It’s like there’s a basket on top of the light and blades.
I turned around and did a double take and thought . . how have I never noticed that before. It seems like I remember saying to Vince that I liked that fan and Addie’s room needs a new fan because I remember him saying that wasn’t a fan that would look good in Addie’s room. What that meant to me is that he is NOT taking down a fan in the sun room, putting it in Addie’s room, buying a new fan for the sun room and putting it up. He can buy one fan, put it up and be done. It had nothing to do with what would look nice in which room so that made me giggle . . to myself, of course. What I was saying was “Hey . . I like that fan!” By the way . . Addie’s room needs a new fan.
But I really don’t remember that basket thing on top.
Then I thought . . that would be a good place for dust to collect if that fan was in Texas where it was so very dusty.
Maybe I have been here too long alone. I was able to spend way more time than necessary thinking about that fan.