I watched a DVD of an old tv show and I watched the pilot episode twice. Once to see the episode and once with the creators’ comments on. I’ve never been one to watch shows with the commentary, but it is a shame that this is something we have lost in the streaming era.
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.
I hadn’t seen her in the two years since we broke up. I was surprised to see her because she seemed out of place to me. I had gotten used to her memory and her physical presence was something different. I had expected to run into her somewhere, but I hadn’t. I was polite, although I didn’t really know what to say. Were there things I wanted to tell her? Probably. Did I want to introduce her to my girlfriend who was standing five feet away? Probably not. I slunk off without any parting words.
When leaves fall from the trees the only indication of their presence is an empty space along the branch. There is no other remnant of their existence.
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.