I’ve not run since Saturday because of a stomach virus I seem to have caught from a generous person at work. Seem’s like i’m jumping from sickness to sickness. I should retire so all I have to do is run and not be around people who come to work sick.
Anyhow, growing up with my Dad all I ever had on my bed was a sheet and U.S. Navy Gray or Green wool blanket. On weekends and days off school I would wander in the living room wrapped up in my wool blanket and lay on the couch staring out of the big picture windows or watching cartoons if our TV happened to be working.
I remember my Dad sitting next to me and rubbing my back though my wool blanket adding that bit of warmth you get from a parents gentle touch. Wool blankets are full of memories for me and have always been a part of my life.
When I joined the NAVY my issued wool blanket gave me a bit of home at night; unbeknownst to my company commanders. My wool blanket was always there for me when I came back to the barracks from duty or the field on active duty, keeping me warm in the winters and cool in the summer. When I returned back to the real world, I dragged my wool blanket back with me and although its not the same wool blanket I had from my childhood it still comforted me the same. I still have my wool blanket although for much of the time it resides in a plastic box in my closet as my wife complains its too itchy to have on the bed.
But when I don’t feel well its my wool blanket that I get and sleep with, my wife to her credit, puts up with my wool blanket in these instances because she knows it makes me feel better. But the best thing about being wrapped up in my wool blanket; is it reminds me of my Dad and how he rubbed my back though the old wool blanket he gave me.