It’s 3:00am and here I am writing this up. Liquid Memory like the piece on music memory is something that I’ll use with FtS. Any item can trigger a memory in your mind.
Yesterday I had stopped by my American Legion post; I hadn’t been there since November. I gave them an update about Jimmy and had lunch. I sure missed having one of Sammy’s Bacon Cheeseburgers. After I came home I did few other things; then read earlier than usual.
National Poetry Month begins shortly. I plan to re-read pieces I wrote over the past years as a project to do. Over the years I’ve composed a poem a day. Some of the poems came from my actual life; real events happening. I’m not sure what this years will bring. It’ll be fun to see for sure.
One year for Poetry Month I recall writing about people only attending church five times a year (the Catholic Church ). I wrote a paper in college for one of my religious courses I needed to take (I attended a Catholic college). The paper mentioned many are TAPEC members of the church. That being they only attend mass five times a year; in February for St. Blaise Day for the blessing of the throats. Also February when Ash Wednesday falls; next is March or April depends when Good Friday falls. The same months depending when Easter falls and then December for Christmas.
Throats is the T; Ashes the A; P for palms; E for Easter and C for Christmas; TAPEC members of the church. The instructor for the class called them PTA members of the church for palms, throats a ashes. I decided when I did my paper for the class which counted as a good portion of the grade to think long and hard about the theme. I ended up upping the instructor. He wrote on my paper I wasn’t a nice person (only kidding he was) for my TAPEC comment and that I upped him. The class was a philosophy religious class and I used it as my philosophy requirement. Actually I started off the paper with words from a Janis Joplin song. I thought of this class as the other day I heard the song. See how music can trigger a memory. It triggered the thought of the class; as well as it coming up to Passion Sunday or Palm Sunday.
I ended up again having this same person in my second religious requirement class. When he saw me walk into class that first day he said “well I’m looking forward to this paper.” My final class grade was a 3.5. Getting a 4.0 quite hard from this man.
Now as I think about St. Blaise day, the years I had my throat blessed I did not have a sore throat that year. With COVID I’m sure there was no blessings this year I know about.
The wacky holidays had no connection to me. I wrote the piece as a random thought.
Terry’s daily word was GIBBERISH. Oh how I can relate to listening to people go on and on and it makes no sense. Actually I wrote this from personal experience. Never tell who the person is I wrote about.
Until tomorrow....today is Friday Eve; as always Stay Safe.
☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️
LIQUID MEMORY
As the bartender poured the amber
liquid
from the bottle of Jack Daniels
It made her think of him
One of her transgressions from her
younger days
They were explosive together
fireworks and matches....Boom
She hadn’t thought of him in years
Why today?
Perhaps the wording on the hat
of the bar patron drinking the
shot....the man’s hat read
MARINES
☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️
NONSENSE TALK
A lot of nonsense he muttered
Making no who, where, what, when,
why or how to his words
No one could comprehend the
gibberish he spewed
It’s as if he just said whatever came into
his head
Rambling on and on about nothing of
importance
Most just smiled, nodded on occasion
and uh-huh to him
Another day....another day....
another day
☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️
WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 24th
(National Chocolate Covered Raisin
Day; National Chocolate Week;
National Agriculture Week and
National Equal Pay Day)
Thoughts on today’s wacky holidays
my mind scrabbling everywhere
My first thought:
Chocolate is one necessity of life
Raisins covered in chocolate are fine
but I’d rather a chocolate kiss or two
My second thought:
Equal pay for doing the exact same job
I believe whole heartily
Agriculture workers are underpaid for
the hard work they do
No comments:
Post a Comment