Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ever notice how, when you learn a new word, all of a sudden you see or hear that word everywhere?  Or you hear a song and then that song seems to haunt you every place you go?

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...



Couldn't resist.
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  1. Carol: That's great! I like that hospital. YOu could probably go anywhere you want in the hospital if you ahve something purple on, eh?

    Thanks for keeping me company in purple! And the flower, is that a thistle? Not being mean. We have Canadian thistles that look like that. I always pick bouquets, despite the pricks I get.

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  2. Carol, I love purple. I had to smile because I just put up a blog post--believe it or not--of middle school art. The last painting had an extravagant use of purple.

    Now I must catch up and see why you've been in hospitals so much of late. You sound upbeat, and purplish, so things must be OK. I hope so.

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  3. G.G.,

    I think that you have to wear just the right shade of purple, but yes, I believe it's the color of freedom around the hospital. I should experiment! ;-)

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  4. Welcome back to Bloggerville, San!

    I am staying as upbeat as possible, although I have to admit to short moments of despair. My dad is doing his last work on the planet and that's something that we all get to do. At almost 91, I think he's finding it's getting nearer to his time. And then, he could again fool us all and hang in there for awhile longer.

    I'm looking forward to seeing the artwork you posted.

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  5. I'm sitting looking at a purple scarf and gloves my Mum gave me!

    The flower is, I think, Echinops Retro ... a guess the name may be slightly wrong.

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  6. Echnops ritro not retro!

    Think we were being retro with all this purple!

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  7. Lovely...the post, the photo - and you.

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  8. Dancing,

    Hooray for moms that get the importance of purple! ;-) Next time you're in the States, we purple women must convene.

    Thanks for the name of the flower. I forgot to answer G.G. on that. I didn't know the name, but I knew it wasn't a thistle. I took the photo at the Botanic Gardens - I don't think they do thistles there...

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  9. Gary!

    So good to hear from you! I haven't visited your blog in some time. I'll have to wander over.

    Thank you for your kind words.

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  10. I caught the name of the flower. Thanks! I'll have to post a pic of the purple thistle. I might have one somewhere.

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