A lovely Thursday to you all! The sun is shining (finally) but it’s not overly warm. I’ll take it over rain any day! Crispina’s challenge draws me in so… a little poem between our images! Why not?
Far and away, over the fields of green
One could be treated to a lovely scene
Just follow along the flowers of white
A gaggle of geese before they take flight!
I never, ever, ever, ever post three times in one day. Just not my thing.
However, this is a special day. For all my friends blessed with children born with an extra chromosome, I share this beautiful video. Share the love.
I love how Gusto TV – a channel reserved for cooking and lifestyle shows reserves Sunday nights for movie night. It used to be reserved for a “foodie” movie – anything that had major scenes with food (like Big Night or No Reservations) which I love, by the way. However, last night it was “High Fidelity”, starring John Cusack, Jack Black, Joan Cusack, etc. – no meal preps or grand dining scenes to be found here. At all. No matter, I set the PVR because for some strange reason, despite my love for both John and Joan Cusack, I had never seen this 2000 film. I watched it tonight.
And it got me to thinking. Why is it I have no particular memories per se (save for a very few) that I can go back to in great detail, bringing forth the feelings and emotions and music and weather and atmosphere of that particular moment and put them to paper, so to speak, as so many fabulous writers do? I follow quite a few bloggers who have this talent.
Is it because I lack depth? Do I flit and fly over everything, barely paying attention to the moments, not registering the happenings because I am above it all? Am I going to end up in therapy one day to find out that I have locked it all away until one day I burst?
Why is it my sister Lisa can remember when our sister Tracy started walking? Lisa would have been close to 4 years old (I assume Tracy started walking around age one) and I would have been seven-and-a-half. Was I too busy to pay attention? Did I not care about such things? This really bugs me. I know I was probably too busy hanging upside down on the monkey bars at the park with my friends to bother with little sisters and their milestones. Still.
Am I Charlie?