As I have aged, I find that my memory isn’t what it once was.
This used to trouble me greatly.
I taught at a school about 20 years ago with a PE teacher who had been MY teacher in high school. She had a few years on me. Even back then, I was noticing my memory lapses (a word, a name, the end of a story I was telling), and I once complained about this to her.
I have remembered what she said ever since. (So I guess I have some memory left after all.)
She compared the memory part of our brains to a filing cabinet. (I suppose these days it should be a computer filing system.) She said those memories were all in there, it was just hard to find the right folder (access the correct file) them when we needed it. This eased my troubles a bit.
So I am hoping the things I forget are still around, and will surface when most needed. If I dig deep enough.
Also, sometimes I recall things very vividly. And yet, when comparing notes with others, or when looking at pictures, I find that my memories are a bit skewed. Really? They seemed so clear…
Today we are making a day trip to a lake where we once owned a house. We want to see how things look now (before all the leaves come out on the trees). There were two houses being built down the cove from us that looked like they were going to be quite nice. We want to see how they turned out. And of course we are curious to see our old cabin.
We haven’t been in two+ years. So I wonder if my memory will serve me correctly? We shall see!
Today is the halfway mark in the Two Writing Teachers’ Slice of Life Challenge 2018 to write every day for the month of March. Many thanks – MANY thanks – to all of those who work so diligently to make this possible, and who challenge writers to… WRITE!
Time to reflect on how it’s going.
Since I haven’t written much since last March I have had to get myself back into the habit of noticing, pondering, evaluating, and then writing. Definitely a process that needs practice. I feel like I am still finding my voice.
It has been so encouraging to be back in this community of writers – to read their words, to further develop this habit, and then to have others read my words.
I am realizing that I need to be more real. I need to dig deeper, to reveal more of who I am, and to also think outside myself. I will work on that for the rest of the month.
Since I haven’t written in so long, I have several “life events” to share. Although they are not “fresh,” the words may gain strength through time. I hope so.
Looking forward to the rest of the month!
Disclaimer: this post discusses one of my pet peeves. If you are not interested in feeling peevish today, read no further.
I am sometimes concerned about the changes I hear in our language.
It may be yet another example of “herd mentality,” where people jump on a bandwagon that is full to overflowing, and they do what everyone else is doing – possibly without thinking it through.
First of all, it seems common to hear people to raise their voice at the end of a statement, as if it were a question. This leaves me wondering if they are sure of what they are stating. “Today is Thursday(?)” “We would like for you to come (?)” Some might say this draws the listener into the conversation. I beg to differ.
Then there are unusual pronunciations that are taking over:
- “ohright” for “all right” :“Everything looks ohright to me.”
- “impor-un” for “important” : “It is impor-un for you to understand.”
- “sh” sounds for what should be “s” : “The shtress is shtrong on the shtreet.”
Finally, there’s the overuse (and inaccurate use) of words like literally, curated, and athleticism. “I could literally write a book with all the curated examples I have gathered of athleticism in athletes who are athletic.”
These grate like nails on a chalkboard. I should be more understanding, I know. But I also think people should want to be correct. The sad thing is, in today’s world, we do not attempt to correct these practices, which makes them more common.
Or perhaps it isn’t that imporun. I am sure I am being too shtrict (?) No doubt it will all be ohright (?)
There is so much to like in this photo. I keep being drawn back to it.
- The geometric design is endlessly fascinating. Circles, squares, triangles. Beside, between, and among. Woven together in a satisfyingly symmetrical pattern.
- A compass that points out, but draws you to its center.
- The overall intransient permanence and stability, yet with tiny shapes that suggest a sense of orderly, continual movement and activity.
- The colors of primarily shades of blues and browns. Complimentary and contrasting as well.
- Defining lines of brighter colors pop.
- Those separate spaces in the somewhat equal shadows that are alike and different at the same time.
- Hundreds of fuzzy dashes and short strokes that create the realization of living but dormant plant life.
- The light – the LIGHT!– creeping in with highlights and silhouettes, adding clarity and focus, hinting of a new day dawning and busier times ahead.
- The stillness and tranquility of this present moment in time.
- Because I know and love this place, the heightened viewpoint makes me think differently and ponder a different perspective.
Can you see it? Are you curious?
The photo itself is in the previous post. Perhaps the picture will be worth a thousand words.
Hopefully these parts, made of words, are at least a suggestion of the photo’s perfect whole.
A photo from a higher perspective – our town “square”
Our son has his own son now, but it doesn’t seem so long ago that our son was just a little guy.
Way back when I took him for his Kindergarten physical/checkup, the attending nurse was a friend of the family. She was so good with him, explaining things on his level. He was quite chatty back then, and they carried on quite a conversation throughout.
Towards the end of our visit, after seeing some blood work results, our friend told our son, “Now Mark, it seems like you are just a little anemic. That means that your blood needs to get stronger to do the work that it should. One way to give strength to your blood is to eat lots of broccoli and strawberries. Do you like those foods?”
To which Mark replied, in all sincerity, “I beg my mother to buy those things at the grocery store, but she won’t do it.”
Our friend looked at me, and we both raised our eyebrows at exactly the same time.
“Oh, silly boy,” I said. And we all laughed.
Yet I think she has always wondered just who was telling the whole truth, though. So I’ll set the record straight once again.
It was me.
Recently I have begun tending to my hanging plant on the back porch. I had thought it was a “goner.” But it is surprising me with signs of determination and new life.
Look closely and you can see:
It has been a hard winter. We have had several really cold days and even some snow (including TODAY!). These roots are not buried in the protective ground, but surrounded by cold air. The warm sun doesn’t fall on this pot for much of the day (which is great in the sweltering summer, but not so much this frigid time of year.)
Also, the squirrels have been fascinated with the straw pot liner. As they have made their new homes, they have somehow jumped onto this pot (??), trampled all over the plant growth on top, and pulled out some straw for their nests. (I finally removed all the straw and put it out in the yard. It has disappeared, now high in the trees.)
Usually those conditions make it hard to stay alive, much less grow.
Last March I wrote about this same plant. It looked much better back then.
But I have faith that with the proper care and the coming warm days, this plant can come back strong.
Just like us, when the “storms of life” beat us down, with proper care and the warmth of attention, we too can thrive again.