29 September 2008

Residual Sweep

Current mood: annoyed

How will I know if there's a path worth takin'?
Should I question every move I make?
With all I've lost, my heart is breakin'
I don't want to make the same mistakes.
~ "Bet on It" as sung by Zac Efron

The problem with taking a trip down Memory Lane is that you cannot control the memories you run across. I suppose it is somewhat like Alice in Wonderland. She seems to enjoy chasing the White Rabbit and her time with the Caterpillar is "surreal" but not entirely unpleasant. Yet, the ridiculous Tea Party with the March Hare and the Mad Hatter just about puts her out of sorts for the rest of the story. And when she seeks the advice of the Cheshire Cat – all she gets is a bunch of nonsensical advice which only serves to perplex young Alice.

Memories are like that – perplexing. Therefore, combining memories with the present – well, it's dangerous and not-altogether-wise. I am choosing to trust this belief and sweep away any residuals. It is what's best! My mood is cranky today and I can feel that inferiority complex which often follows nostalgic events. Bloody Hell!

On a completely different topic: I heard a funny joke today.

"What did the alien say to the plant?"
"Take me to your weeder."

LMAO! Now that is good humour! It is almost as funny as Family brunch yesterday!

Brunch was scheduled for 10:30 AM at the Club. I was 279 miles from home, wishing I could sleep longer – but instead, I got up, showered, got dressed in "non-denim" since you cannot wear jeans in the club dining room, loaded Marcus Aurelius and started driving for home. Nothing is quite as torturous as driving down I-80, in the fog, with fields of agriculture everywhere. I suppose some people would find it peaceful – I do not. Images of "Children of the Corn' and 'The Village' come to mind – not to mention, it is so very dull.

I was 30 minutes late for brunch – but not to worry, apparently everyone else had "just sat down" so I excitedly grabbed a plate and filled it with waffles, potatoes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. I hadn't eaten dinner so I was rather hungry. All but one sibling was present – which was a delight – and allowed us to discuss the upcoming Family Vacation we are taking in January. Immediate family only; no friends or significant others.

When two of the sisters called "Captains" which means the captain seats in the rental van, it was revealed that a Club Van was being rented – meaning bench seats. Ha – take that you "early callers". Then, we meandered into "nostalgic" territory – which generally entails the retelling of humiliating experiences from our past. Sometimes these experiences are funny on merit – sometimes they are just funny because of the reactions! Either way – hijinks and shenanigans ensued.

I took a leave of absence from the table to get some fruit. Upon my return – while still standing, I placed my knife on my plate, which proceeded to fall, bounce off the table, and land in my water goblet; which then started pouring water out of it – all over my fruit plate. Mi Madre grabbed the glass as I grabbed the knife. I had succeeded in defying the laws of physics. My magical knife had actually punctured a hole in the glass – but did not shatter it. None of us could stop laughing. Even the family at the next table was taking part in the hilarity. It was acknowledged that no one had ever seen such an event!

I suppose I could take the show on tour – but water goblets can get expensive.

You are right. It is just better this way.

Boredom is to be expected. No worries!

Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.