Memories Awash

I just cleaned my large calendar that is pinned on the wall I face where my computer rests. It's a wet erase board, and though I've owned one for nearly three years, I still learned something new as I cleaned it for the months to come. It may sound obvious, but to me it was rather revolutionary: the more water I use to erase the board, the easier it is to erase.

At first, I simply dabbed a paper towel and wiped vigorously. Maybe it was with a subconscious thriftiness that I attempted to conserve water, or maybe I didn't want the wall to get too messy. I don't know. What I do know now is that calendar cleaning was once a chore, but is now possibly much more easily accomplished with my new-found knowledge.

Is it sad I like to insert a new calendar at the beginning of the week so as to feel like I have maximized my number of days?

Admittedly, it was with fair difficulty that I erased the entirety of the board. Namely, I had to erase things Helen and my brother both said to me. My brother quoted from the Wheel of Time Series, which is typical for the two of us, while Helen wrote something also fairly typical for us.

Helen wrote once on my board, back in what must have been almost a year ago, "God loves you. Sometimes." While this would be construed as many things, it was mostly an inside joke. No, she wasn't saying that even a universally benevolent deity would still find reason not to love me. Nor was she questioning the all-lovingness of God.

While all those may be true facts, God is simply something she likes to call herself. I guess I might have given her the moniker. The origins of the majority of our countless inside jokes have been forgotten even if the jokes themselves are not. Either way, I call Helen God, and she is labeled so in my phone book. It's gotten to the point where I search Facebook for Helen's name and start with the letter "G," only to remember that her name really is, in fact, Helen.

I guess stupidity is the price you pay for good friends. Especially ones like Helen.