|Yours Truly and ORPO1 lounging in the VFA-2 Ready Room|
Invitation offered. Invitation accepted.
That's how we wound up in the VFA-2 Ready Room. The lead in photo is a panoramic photo taken with my very own cell phone, then staggered so it would fit on the page. Otherwise it would look like this...
Not too bad, but it is kind of small (try viewing it on a smart phone!)
All that being said, what does that have to do with the subject of today's post?
There are things, little things, which will bring a flash of memory. Sometimes it's just a fleeting impression of something. Something just past the horizon of one's memory. It's there, but it's not. Sometimes it lingers.
Sometimes it feels like something lost and the pain of that loss, is real enough. Even if you don't know why.
Other times the memory comes and stays. Then it might blossom into a full blown reminiscence. Which can be good. We do tend to remember the good things and forget the bad. But...
Let's leave that thought. I don't want to go down that road. Not today, not after such a wonderful weekend.
On Monday it was back to work. I walked into the lab first thing in the morning and the air conditioner was actually on, it was actually cool in the lab. At that moment, I closed my eyes and the feel and smell of the air took me back to that day on the Reagan. A good memory indeed. (The only thing missing was that guy dragging a heavy chain across the deck above! Anyone who has ever done time on a carrier will know what I mean.)
With me it's most often a smell which will trigger a memory. I remember walking across a parking lot in Colorado, some scent on the breeze made me flash back to a summer morning in Vermont, when I was young. Some trick of the senses perhaps, but that smell had the effect of propelling me backwards through time. Back to when I was young and had not a care in the world. Bittersweet.
Sometimes I try to lock a moment in time in my memory. I will be someplace and be completely content, even if just for a moment. But I'll stop and savor that moment and tell myself that someday, I will pull that memory out and savor it once again.
I always have moments like that when I'm visiting the kids and the grandkids. Or when they're visiting me.
One of those moments came this past Saturday. I got up late (not an uncommon occurrence) and the rest of the tribe was keen to get some breakfast. The Missus Herself suggested this one little place near where we live. So we hopped in the car and went there. The Missus Herself, The Nuke, her man and Yours Truly. (I'm going to have to come up with a nom de plume for The Nuke's man, he's a great guy. That name just hasn't come to me yet. It will.)
'Lo and behold, we arrive at our little breakfast place and it is packed. Well, it is a holiday weekend so that's to be expected. Somewhat dejected we abandon that plan. We need another alternative. The Nuke suggests an old favorite which fell on hard times. It went through a few owners, many of whom should have not gone into the restaurant business, but was rumored to have returned to the quality it had some time ago.
|Built over the water, hence the name.|
|You cannot beat the view, from The Wharf...|
The rumors were true. The Wharf Tavern was again a great place to eat. Excellent fare, decent prices and the view is simply unbelievable. Where else can you sit down to eat and watch a pair of wild swans swim past?
Or watch the cormorants flying just above the waves?
But it wasn't just the scenery and the food, it was the people we shared the meal with. That's what made it one of those enjoyable things in life. One of those little things which can give such great joy.
If you're paying attention.
Saturday had such a moment. The sun sparkling on the water, the wind gentle but with a hint of the storm which had passed us by the day before. Four people, savoring the meal, savoring the moment.
When the swans came into view, just off the deck surrounding the restaurant, I held my breath and thought to myself, "This I shall remember."
And remember I will. Another gift to be taken out some day in the future and savored.
Memory can be both a blessing and a curse.
May your memories always be the former.