Yes. french fries with ketchup at the pool, circa 1975. To bring it all back, all I need is a sip of Dr. Pepper. Slightly warm, maybe with a bee in it.
Sometimes I will look back at pictures of me when I was young and had all the time in the world to lounge in the sun. I wish we had summer break as adults.
I was thinking about how our love (aka learned addiction) of the ice cream truck was the precursor to our love of the Amazon truck. & wondering what tune the Amazon truck should have. :-)
Thank you for reminding me I am free to go back to the food court in my heart, the pre-snow-day Blockbuster visit when school is already called off and you need to rent a bunch, to the escape of the actual movie theatre or skating rink with friends, hopping out of my parents' car without a cell phone. I feel old and young at the same time. I am trying to return to Rilke's wisdom: “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” I think I'll wander the '80's mall in my mind and try to notice what answers I've lived into over these decades.
I have been feeling that weird nostalgia lately. It tends to happen in the summer just like this. The smell of french fries and sunscreen, and the sound of Janet Jackson blaring over the ancient speaker system at the pool. But it has to be the local radio. There have to be commercials. Thank you for helping me process the memories in a more positive light.
First time I comment something about your comment. I'm normally just lurking in social media. But lately I look a lot for that place were things were calmed too.
In summer, it would be the smell of warm floors at my grandmother's house and the power outages during thunderstorms.
Yes. french fries with ketchup at the pool, circa 1975. To bring it all back, all I need is a sip of Dr. Pepper. Slightly warm, maybe with a bee in it.
Sometimes I will look back at pictures of me when I was young and had all the time in the world to lounge in the sun. I wish we had summer break as adults.
I was thinking about how our love (aka learned addiction) of the ice cream truck was the precursor to our love of the Amazon truck. & wondering what tune the Amazon truck should have. :-)
This made me teary. Thank you xo
Thank you for reminding me I am free to go back to the food court in my heart, the pre-snow-day Blockbuster visit when school is already called off and you need to rent a bunch, to the escape of the actual movie theatre or skating rink with friends, hopping out of my parents' car without a cell phone. I feel old and young at the same time. I am trying to return to Rilke's wisdom: “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” I think I'll wander the '80's mall in my mind and try to notice what answers I've lived into over these decades.
I have been feeling that weird nostalgia lately. It tends to happen in the summer just like this. The smell of french fries and sunscreen, and the sound of Janet Jackson blaring over the ancient speaker system at the pool. But it has to be the local radio. There have to be commercials. Thank you for helping me process the memories in a more positive light.
Ahhh Summer- I spent all day everyday at the pool - wished I could do that again!
First time I comment something about your comment. I'm normally just lurking in social media. But lately I look a lot for that place were things were calmed too.
In summer, it would be the smell of warm floors at my grandmother's house and the power outages during thunderstorms.
Oh this one got me in all my 80s feels! Thanks for the memories, Kevin