That is how it is with me and purple now. Ever since Goodnight Gram posted about purple, purple has been following me like a dust cloud around Charlie Brown's Pig-Pen.
Yesterday, in honor of Goodnight Gram, I put on a purple sweater. I thought that a couple of sweaters were all the purple that I owned nowadays, but when I went to put on a light jacket for our spring-like day, I saw my PURPLE silk jacket. Oh yeah! I had forgotten!
So, of course, I put it on!
Feeling rather purplish - and proud of it - I walked into the hospital only to see that the volunteers at the front desk all had on purple vests! I visit this hospital so often they have almost named a room after me. They will soon give me and my family frequent patient discounts. And I have never before registered the fact that the volunteers wear purple!
Soon, I was noticing purple people all over the place. If someone volunteers in a different part of the hospital - not at the front desk - he/she gets to wear a purple shirt rather than a vest. In the halls, in my dad's room - purple people everywhere.
I felt like a member of some exclusive club. It was great!
Maybe I've been around sick people too long...