So I am going through the letters I sent to Peter back in the day... Each one is like a mini time capsule. I am reading about events and situations that obviously were very important to me at the time, but now I can't even recall the event. Amazing the power of the passing of time. I have forgotten so much in just 15 years. How does ones brain decide what memories stay burned forever in our brain and which ones fade into oblivion?
Why do I have vivid recall of inconsequential mundane events, like Peter and I going for a drive one random Saturday, but can't recall the event I was so excited to tell him about that I had to write him a letter? What will I remember or forget 15 years from now? How do you live in the present, without losing the past?
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, October 5, 2007
Why are there so many dead skunks anyway?
Somehow, today, the question seemed very profound. My daughter asked this question as we drove off to school the other morning. I told her there weren't more dead skunks than any other type of animal in the road. Yet she insisted she didn't notice any other dead animals in the road other than the stinky skunks. Subsequent mornings as we zoomed past a dozen or so squashed chimpmunks, squirls, and woodchucks, (which I tried pointing out to her as proof the skunk was an occasional occurence) all she noticed were the skunks.
I started thinking to my self that is so much like life....why do we always focus on and remember all the bad (stinky) stuff and seem to ignore the rest? How often do we stop and notice how great the grass smells after it's been freshly cut or how the ground smells after a warm spring rain? Our brains seem to be wired to flag with extra importance the negative and to only give a cursory glance to the positive. I must not allow myself to take all the good things for granted!
I started thinking to my self that is so much like life....why do we always focus on and remember all the bad (stinky) stuff and seem to ignore the rest? How often do we stop and notice how great the grass smells after it's been freshly cut or how the ground smells after a warm spring rain? Our brains seem to be wired to flag with extra importance the negative and to only give a cursory glance to the positive. I must not allow myself to take all the good things for granted!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
A bad CSI Episode.
Why are police officers so darn cute?... anyway....After going to sleep at around 1:00pm Friday night, I woke up at the sound of my doorbell. It was pitch black out and hardly 5:30 in the morning. All I could think about was getting to the door before who ever it was rang the doorbell again and woke up the kids. There standing before me, quite uncomfortably, was my next door neighbor trying to inform me in my sleepy state of consciousness that the rear window of my car had been smashed in. So much for street parking!
I parked my car in the driveway for the rest of the night and went back to sleep. The next morning I called in to report the vandalism, knowing I would need to make a report for my insurance to follow up on. When the police arrive, I am in the middle of trying to clean up all the shards of glass and such....(the such being all the rest of the crap floating around my car
) The two officers are discussing possible scenarios as to how the window got broken, as up to this point I hadn't found the weapon of choice. They started looking inside the car and started tracing the trajectory of the surmised rock by following the path of the ripped upholstery...and their best guess put the rock in the passenger side.
Sure enough, after moving several layers of school papers and such (I've already addressed the "such") there, was said piece of granite. The officers were so pleased with themselves. That's when it got a little rediculous...It was obviously a simple case of vandalism...well obvious to me anyway. They ask me if anyone might have a grudge against me. "Maybe a neighbor?" I said no I get along with all my neighbors and that it was through the kindness of a neighbor that I discovered the whole incident in the first place. What is it about the justice system always trying to blame the victim...Wah wah wah
, but really...They just can't leave it be. "Are you sure?" they ask me. "A disgruntled boyfriend perhaps?" Now I am thinking about all these sarcastic comments....they are just running through my head like..."Oh yes I think this must have been a sign from the spirit of my dead husband pissed as hell over my spending too much money fixing up my bathroom." I thought that might sound a little flipant so I just gravely nodded and said "Well if there is someone who did this to send me a message they should have wrapped the rock with note because the gesture was lost on me."
I parked my car in the driveway for the rest of the night and went back to sleep. The next morning I called in to report the vandalism, knowing I would need to make a report for my insurance to follow up on. When the police arrive, I am in the middle of trying to clean up all the shards of glass and such....(the such being all the rest of the crap floating around my car
) The two officers are discussing possible scenarios as to how the window got broken, as up to this point I hadn't found the weapon of choice. They started looking inside the car and started tracing the trajectory of the surmised rock by following the path of the ripped upholstery...and their best guess put the rock in the passenger side.
Sure enough, after moving several layers of school papers and such (I've already addressed the "such") there, was said piece of granite. The officers were so pleased with themselves. That's when it got a little rediculous...It was obviously a simple case of vandalism...well obvious to me anyway. They ask me if anyone might have a grudge against me. "Maybe a neighbor?" I said no I get along with all my neighbors and that it was through the kindness of a neighbor that I discovered the whole incident in the first place. What is it about the justice system always trying to blame the victim...Wah wah wah
, but really...They just can't leave it be. "Are you sure?" they ask me. "A disgruntled boyfriend perhaps?" Now I am thinking about all these sarcastic comments....they are just running through my head like..."Oh yes I think this must have been a sign from the spirit of my dead husband pissed as hell over my spending too much money fixing up my bathroom." I thought that might sound a little flipant so I just gravely nodded and said "Well if there is someone who did this to send me a message they should have wrapped the rock with note because the gesture was lost on me."
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