Random Saturday Thoughts

Transported 

Memory is interesting.

I can remember half a dozen or more long unique passwords, but struggle remembering what I did yesterday. Why? Well, I don't relive yesterday over and over again. I do use a password multiple times every day.

I remember my high school boyfriend's birthday, but have to stop and think of my own. Getting old is easy to put out of mind.

The oldest memories I have are being in a crib, drinking from a bottle, and sleeping on two plush arm chairs pushed together in my grandmother's living room because our attic apartment had no heat. 

Today, if I have appointments, I put them on my no service old Samsung cell phone (ringer on my iphone13 doesn't always sound), write it down in a planner book, set an alarm, and sometimes tape up a note.

I admire folks with good memories that in a conversation, can recall just about anything without hesisitation. As I age, every little thing I forget can become cause to worry I'm losing my mind. Being elderly means being on constant surveilance of those signs of dementia or alzheimer's disease. 

When you think about it, there isn't a time in life when one isn't vigilent about one harmful thing or another. Age only changes what we think about.

P.S. Some of this week's posts feel like reruns. 

It Is Another Tuesday

Circles 2023
Digital photo

The memory of creating the digital photograph on the left is stored so deep that I can't reach it.

As we get older, feeling worried when we don't remember something can feel very unsettling. Taking the date created, I can go to that folder to see what else I was up to in 2023.

As for today, the sun is shinning. It is cold. Spring is a mere 28 days away. The carnations I bought two weeks ago are just fading. None of the buds opened though. My spider plant looks like it just got home from an all night rave that it wasn't ready to leave. Blogging, again, is on the when to stop radar, blip yes, blip no, blippity blip as it goes. 

Time to read a book.

Places In Your Mind

Dandelions in a Field

Green Mountains
 from Addison County

You ride out certain of where you are going because the place you remember has been in your mind for years.

After an unsuccessful short look-see from memory the day before, I search the county map to find the road at the intersection where I am sure the field in question is. (Well, maybe not.) 

The field is still there, on the road I drove on the day before (photo previous post). I didn't realize that until I saw the site, sloped with tall trees and shrubs, not the flat land I remember. 

A beautiful day, I keep going on the dirt road. At one spot, blinker on, I pull over. 

There in a grassy field are thousands of dandelions! Across the road I see the Green Mountains. Lincoln Gap, I believe, is in the center of the photo.

What's more, I discover spots to plein air paint, and, more places for my mind to keep. Not a wasted day. 

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Really?

Is driving around just to take photos of wildflowers worth increasing my carbon footprint? Not really. There is a guilt thing going on about that.

Out in Nature, clear views, clean air farmland with a polluting combustion gas fueled vehicle threading along the roads. What image does that make?

Solutions:

(Electric from solar power)

Electric vehicle

Electric bike

*Pedal bike

*Walk

*Best