Storm-damp honeysuckle fills the air with memories. The giddy last days
of school before being let free from chalk-dust shackles for another
summer. Such magnificent freedom! A nearly endless expanse of three
whole months ahead. Months in which to build Legos in the middle of the
rug all day long or concoct action figure epics in the patio.
Trampoline mornings, garden hose afternoons, and mosquito-hum evenings.
Slamming aluminum screen doors, Caprisun pouches, and moss-filled
sidewalk cracks. The ability to have sleepovers any night of the week!
Bicycle figure-eights. Meatball alphabet soup lunch on dented PacMan
tv trays. The unbearable burden of being forced to dress nice and spend
an entire hour in church Sunday mornings.
Grieg's "Morning Mood" always makes me think of chicken and rice soup.
Dunno why.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wind in the roses
Went for a nighttime walk, while it was cool and windy. The scent of
honeysuckle was on the breeze. I think there might even be some
starting to grow on my backyard fence. I tried to suckle some honey a
few days ago, but it wasn't ripe yet. Blech.
Elsewhere during my walk I passed a rose garden, which the wind brought to me. It got me to wondering why the scent of roses is so strongly associate with the feminine. Is it just the use of perfumes, oils, and bath scents throughout the ages that has permeated the culture with the accompanying associations? Or is it a deeper sorta thing.. like that study that said the scent of pumpkin pie mixed with lavender inexplicably aroused men. Peculiar.
On another note, I was looking through some old tv commercials on retrojunk. I saw a shanghai mcnugget add.. I had practically forgotten about those, but boy did I love em. They were only out for a short time in the mid 80's, and they came with chopsticks and teriyaki dipping sauce. I must have asked for those things every day while they were available. Oh teriyaki mcnugget, where have you gone and why have you foresaken me?
I made homemade teriyaki sauce for chicken once. I must have overcooked it, cause that chicken was like beef jerky. Still tasty, though.
Elsewhere during my walk I passed a rose garden, which the wind brought to me. It got me to wondering why the scent of roses is so strongly associate with the feminine. Is it just the use of perfumes, oils, and bath scents throughout the ages that has permeated the culture with the accompanying associations? Or is it a deeper sorta thing.. like that study that said the scent of pumpkin pie mixed with lavender inexplicably aroused men. Peculiar.
On another note, I was looking through some old tv commercials on retrojunk. I saw a shanghai mcnugget add.. I had practically forgotten about those, but boy did I love em. They were only out for a short time in the mid 80's, and they came with chopsticks and teriyaki dipping sauce. I must have asked for those things every day while they were available. Oh teriyaki mcnugget, where have you gone and why have you foresaken me?
I made homemade teriyaki sauce for chicken once. I must have overcooked it, cause that chicken was like beef jerky. Still tasty, though.