Just Me and a Hat

I'm sitting on the couch in the back of our house. I was thinking about different things, listening to the ball game, considering what I might write about tonight. 

I looked over to my left, in the direction of our kitchen. Hanging on a small baker's rack is a pink Rangers hat; it's a hat I've been wondering about for a couple of days because I'd like to wear it when I'm outside and I need a hat. I have a weird hat head. I'm not sure if it's because my head is too tall for hats or what, but I look like Elmer Fudd when I wear a baseball cap. I didn't know where it was, and if you could see my house you would understand why I felt a little hopeless about ever seeing the hat again. I had no idea where to start looking for it. 

But there is the hat. I think that is fun. I didn't even have to search for it.

And this is what I have to say tonight. Sometimes it's the little things that make a person happy.