I am in the middle of this monster hyperfixation project of organizing all my old digital photos.
I just opened a series of photos that were clearly from a summer vacation. I put them in a folder marked "vacation" and kept working as I tried to remember which vacation this was, where we had gone.
There were a couple of photos of the kids on a boat. The boat seemed familiar, but where was it?
There was a series of pictures of the kids petting stingrays in a tank. Again, familiar, but where had it been?
Then there was a picture of four poetry books on a hotel bedsheet.
Oh. Iowa!
(I had bought them all in the AMAZING poetry section of Prairie Lights Books in Iowa City, and yes, the name of the bookstore came instantly to me as well.)
So it's clear what information my brain feels it is important for me to hold onto...
