A library book sale has rows and rows of books for sale. They are mostly donated from the patrons and not library books taken out of circulation. There are so many stories laid out on the tables in front of you. The subjects people wanted to read about. The books people wanted to read. How long those trends lasted. When it was time to downsize. A couple dividing up books after a break-up.
Sensory memories are just as strong as other triggered memories. I recently bought some raw cashews and every time I eat a handful of them, memories of childhood come flooding back.
It was the mid-1970s and we were part of the health food craze. We did not have cookies or candy or soda in our house and we really only got snacks from the health food store. The two most common choices were raw cashews and dried pineapple. We also got dried apricots but I didn’t care for them.
The cashews remind me of long car trips, walking about the city, going to the movies. Not that this was a special treat, but we only bought these when we were out. This means that I associate them with the fun times and not sitting around doing my homework.
My younger child, a college sophomore, sent me the following text: “I was just at a lecture that was done quite poorly. It went against everything you say a good presentation is supposed to be.” Wow, I thought. That’s pretty cool. Something I said stuck. I asked what I said a good presentation should be. “You know what you are saying and not just reading from a paper. And you don’t have tons of words on your slides.” This one is ready for the world.
The transition between seasons is subtle and almost unnoticeable. One day is it Spring and it gradually gets warmer until you realize that it is Summer. But the transition from Summer to Fall feels very abrupt. It is signaled by the falling leaves.
It is still 90 degrees out but the leaves are suddenly dying on their branches and floating to the ground. Accumulating. Before long the trees will be bare and the temperature will be cooler. And it will be Fall. We will wonder what happened to Summer.
I had an everything bagel that barely had any stuff on the outside. It should have been called a something bagel rather than an everything bagel.
I had a dream that one of my acquaintances was a relentless super villain. He broke into my house and was shooting at me with a crossbow. I hid behind dining room chairs.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of something just outside my field of vision. I have no explanation for these micro-hallucinations, and there is never anything there. Sometimes I think I see a bug and sometimes it is a mountain lion.
A local nihilist spray painted Nobody’s got Control on a bridge support. And then a totalitarian took over the sentiment by crossing out nobody and painted I above it.
My younger child was a big fan of Dora the Explorer. We watched a lot of Dora VHS tapes in our house. There’s a new live action Dora movie and I watched the preview only to see how they handled her pal Boots the monkey.
I keep a notebook of ideas for these regular—nearly daily—posts. I used to use Evernote to capture my thoughts, but I moved to an analog system. Flipping the pages of my notebook I see that only about a quarter to a third of the ideas are checked off. This means that most of what I write down never gets published here.
Some of it may be uninteresting to me when I go to write a post, and there are even times when I don’t even remember what I meant by the note in my notebook. The goal is write everything down and create a pipeline of ideas for my posts. I should never be at a loss for what to write. There is always a backlog of suggestions.
Incidentally, my pipeline of three to four times the number of ideas to posts is similar to the ratio of a sales pipeline of opportunities to closed-won deals.