Woolite

I loved Woolite. The bleaching of stains, whitening of sneakers. I loved the clean smell after hand washing. I always, always kept some in the house.

Recently, I discovered I was out of Woolite. Thinking back, I've been out of Woolite for over a year, probably almost two. I wanted Woolite a time or two. I didn't care enough to follow up on that thought. I had a feeling of indifference mixed with tired; we're out of Woolite. I should get more. I just didn't care. 

The crooked trail of loss with its highs and lows, the pandemic with its extreme busyness changed the way I thought and coped with normal. So much more indifference. So much more assigned to unimportant   

So, I have a bit of hope today. Because I bought Woolite. And washed my tennis shoes. It feels like  finding an old shirt.  Softened with memories, feeling different on ....but it still fits.