Monday This and That

I wanted to begin by sharing with you the poem we put together in one of Friday's Creativity class.  Each week the facilitator brings a topic with questions that we discuss.  As you see this week was memories.  As we speak, the facilitator jots down bits and pieces that stand out and together we put together a poem at the end.  I singled mine out for you.

Memories

Memory can be like chasing a chicken around the backyard

How early can we really remember?

I remember adults looming over me.

I can remember meeting my very first friend. (Me)

Little girl, little girl can you come out to play? (Me)

Childhood from 5 to high school I have plenty of memories (Me)

I remember nothing about high school (Me)

I was in the folk singing club?  Who knew?  Not me. (Me)

Where do these memories go?

Sometimes I think my mind can only hold so much and old memories are discarded to make way for new memories

I think I have a section of memory just devoted to food!

The day I had a Russian cucumber dill salad

I absolutely hated it

To this day I can’t stand the taste of dill

Unless it’s a pickle

I’ve never had a meatball sandwich like I had that day (Me)

My grandmother’s cheese souffle

Grandma’s leg of lamb (Me)

Grandma’s Sunday sauce

It was like a memory time machine

I don’t remember the kid, or his mom, but I remember the bean soup.(Me)

A traumatic memory involves every part of you

I heard the fire trucks while I was walking home from school. (Me)

Oh my that’s my house I cried out and ran.  (Me)

Sometimes memories for me can trigger moods.

A bad memory can put me in a grouchy mood.

Later in the day I wonder why I am in such a negative state;

Then I realize it's the residue of something I should have left buried in the back of my mind.

You can’t remember it without feeling everything again

And our senses are wide open in those instances

The whole thing lives in our senses

The traumatic memories always remain.

I can't wait for the finished copy of last Friday's poem.  The topic was Dreams.

Advantage Care put together a great class on Friday eve. There were 66 of us in attendance. I didn't know anyone, but the info was so needed at this time. They talked about nutrition, exercise, and mental health in the age of Covid. When 6pm rolled around I first said that I didn't feel like attending another class as one of my favorite shows, "The Good Witch" was on, but I decided this was my health, and I could always keep myself on mute and still watch my show.

Saturday was a day of doing nothing.  Did make some beans and rice and did a little coloring, but not much more than that.  Finished up this piece for one of my great grandsons. I knew they wouldn't like fairies or mermaids, but who doesn't like a positive saying. 

I only got a couple of hours sleep Saturday night, if that.  Don't know why, but I just couldn't sleep.  Wasn't good for anything on Sunday.  So we didn't go to our favorite spot by the water.  Just did the food shopping and rode around trying to find the shop of the guy who made my computer years ago.  It's time for another one, but alas, his shop was now a bakery.  Well, it's been 8 years. I'd say we got our money's worth.  Only $250 for a computer built from scratch, the screen, the mouse, and the keyboard.  I knew we weren't going to get another one that cheap anymore, but perhaps cheaper than those we buy in stores.  But, times change, and he was gone.  Sigh.