Childhood memories

I get great fulfillment from my childhood observations matching up with my current assessment.

Mostly this comes from my enjoyment of the movie Anastasia this weekend. I headed up/down/over (what ever your point of reference) to Winnipeg and spent time with Sarah and the many people she's living and working with. They had tried to find the movie a few weeks earlier but Winnipeg apparently does not feel like stocking that movie for rental or purchase. Sad news for them. Thankfully they had me coming to visit with a VHS. There was the fear that our fond memories were going to be disappointed but watching was even better than remembered. Bartok maintained his title as the best part of the show as we laughed at his every line.

A second instance of childhood memories being justified is a great deal different. I went to a friend's birthday and we ended up watching The Muppets perform various songs. I was struck with the need to share a song that has been almost haunting me in my memories. For some reason I liked it as a child but remembered it to be creepy. I didn't really know if what still creeped me out was really that strange or just my memories coming in to mess around. For the longest time I had thought it was all a dream. It was one of the first things I looked for on youtube when it first started up. Nothing for several years... eventually someone did upload it.

I got to share it with my friends and have them end with saying:

"WHat the hell was that?!"
"That was on a kids show?!"

30 minutes later....
"...it's still in my head!"

I'll check back with them in 20 years and see if they still remember it. I'm guessing they will.

Enjoy.

You're Always Welcome At Our House.

Heading home on this beautiful day.

Sarah might have said something profoundly interesting this morning when she came in to wake me but I have no memory of anything before being suddenly aware that I was playing Sudoku. I find that in the morning, as I have no inclination to drink coffee, that a number puzzle wakes me up faster. I sat thinking and letting my brain catch up with the time when I heard the rest of the house singing their morning prayers. It was wonderful and comforting. If I were in anyway a believer this house would be perfect for me to spend a year here as a volunteer. As it is, I feel very welcome whenever I make a visit and am very sad when I've left them.

I packed my bag and loaded my car feeling like I was sneaking out. Thankfully the rest of the house joined me shortly in the kitchen. We shared breakfast and a lot of laughs. I said my goodbyes and headed out on my 6 hour drive home. The only things of interest was my lunch on the side of the road where I ate my sandwich looking at some cows who were over at their fence looking at me. One had its hair up in a sort of mohawk and I was pleased to have them as my company.

A weekend of great people

I drove Sarah back to Winnipeg this weekend and spent the time getting her re-established in her home. We went to the planetarium and saw Galileo live - Rather cute and a very entertaining show... sadly I learned nothing new except that he named the moons of Jupiter after the Medici family. Why are they everywhere in history?!! I was pretty proud of myself for identifying Francesco Dei Medici on sight and how he was appropriately accepting of the celestial bodies that were named after him. I'm rather pleased that my time traveling friend was able to change the tone of the discussion. But more about that at a later date if I should feel so inclined.

I finally finished reading a book by Jay Ingram called the Velocity of Honey. Very interesting and amusing with a touch of encouragement to try easy experiments. It has filled the void in my days that has been left by finishing the "Surely you're joking Mr Feynman" by Richard P Feynman. I can't really say his name with out the whole thing.

This weekend has been the perfect refreshment. I'm finishing up my reading of Sherlock Holmes: The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. Which has been a great relief from the mental pain of Robinson Crusoe... which I'm determined to finish the second installment. A little over 200 pages to go even if the first 300 were filled with racist comments and a feeling that a survivalist handbook would have been a better use of time. Thankfully I picked a few up from the boy scouts store in town a few weeks back. I'm about to start the 'Final Problem' but thankfully I know that there are 5 other books in the cannon series. I'll be able to enjoy his making of notes on shirt-cuffs for a long time to come.

We went to Julie and Julia which inspired me to write up a little thing about my life. For I have thoughts, even if usually it is only my friend Sarah who hears them. But like most of the population I am easily influenced by those things around me and feel that this year might be just the right mix of adventures to form the basis of a blog that I've been thinking about for a while.