It's Spring and the weather has caught up with that fact here in the Pacific Northwest and I'm just not in a thinky mood At All. Yesterday, Lithus, Timber and I grabbed a bucket of chicken, went for a drive along the coast and settled in at a park for a picnic. Lazing in the sun, laughing with each other and enjoying the day. Yep, it was one of those days. Which got me to reminiscing about other of those days in my life. Which is about all the thinky I'm up for right now. So...
Question ~ What is a day or a moment in your life that sticks out as particularly special?
Pobble Answer ~ I have so many of these, it's really hard to choose only one. Interestingly enough, most of them include the Lovely Cats. However, I will choose one that doesn't, just to keep it interesting: My 18th birthday. The night before, my parents had thrown me a surprise birthday party. My best friend had spent the night. And we woke up to rain that morning. I realized that my windows were down on my car ~ a great little Mustang GT. (I loved that car. Still do. Digressing, Pobble...) Anyway! I raced down in my pajamas to get the windows up. When I turned the key in the ignition, my music started playing (very loudly as has always been my wont.) It was Superman by R.E.M. Instead of putting up the windows, I just started dancing. There in the rain. In my pajamas. On my birthday. I am, I am, I am Superman... And I can do anything... I could. And I have. That moment has stayed with me for twenty years now and its memory still makes me smile.
Your answer...
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
22 comments:
Great memory! Thanks for sharing. And I can just see the scene, knowing the setting.
Two moments: I sang in a chorus of 150, for the world premiere of an oratorio titled "Joseph" in which there was a tenor (Joseph) solo accompanied by 75 men singing the part of the brothers. It was to end on a tenor note held with the chorus coming in in an underlying chord a few beats later. The measure arrived, and not one man in 75 cracked a note. After the performance, the composer came onto the stage and changed the master score, saying that obviously the chorus knew best.
Second: the first time I jumped -- solo -- off a ridge strapped to a hang glider, I went totally blank until after the landing (on sand) which earned me a magnificent set of bruises everywhere the harness touched my body. But for that thirty seconds, I wasn't there....
Well, dear Appsrus, I wasn't thinking of that particular day, but I do, indeed, remember my first time (and only, truth be told) being strapped into your hang glider as a very special day!! (Complete with bruises and cable burns on my forearms! Thank God YOU hauled that bitch back up the dune!) Thanks for that memory!!
...Which reminds me of my first skydive... I'd developed quite a crush on my jump master, and when he gushed about a girl who'd given him the biggest smile he'd ever seen as she went out on the wing strut, I decided it was nothing compared to the one I was going to give him! (My log book is full of "Great Smile!") And then I don't remember anything until I was under canopy (very quickly since I was on a static line)... but there was the setting sun, huge and red and directly at my eye level... and I remember complete silence... I know the wind and radio were in my ears, but I don't remember them... just total awe. mmmmm.
i have quite a few of those moments that would include the pobble as well, but the two that stick out the most for me are the moment that the princess kitty gave me her first hug... threw her arms around me and squeezed. the second is when the silent prince gave me his first kiss- right on the lips. wonderful
I love your memory, Pobble, and I'm glad to hear you had such a beautiful Saturday! May all Saturdays be as leisurely!
My memory:
I'm sixteen. I'm standing on the Great Wall of China, looking north. The air is hot and dusty, I'm half-starved from a diet of rice and beer, and I haven't had a bath in days, but I'm here, gazing towards Mongolia and the distant taiga of Russia. I realize with a jolt that, if I can get here, I can probably get anywhere.
There's nothing like the overwhelming realization of personal empowerment to make a life-long, smile-inducing memory. :)
I have so MANY of those moments that are etched so deep. So many, in fact that I'm loath to pick just one.
Perhaps I'll say that one of those 'moments' was the bicycle trip around the Dingle Penninsula in Ireland with Spider.
The green green hills, red cliffs and crashing blue waves and the feel of the wind as we rode along the narrow and twisting road.
Travelling abroad for the very first time with your best friend is magic.
It had been a long stressful day, which I had a ton of them my Senior year in high school and I dragged into Debate and fell onto the couch that was against the wall next to the door (Debate was in the Theatre room.) I curled up on the middle cushion for some odd reason, not one of the cushions next to the arm rest, which often became a kind of pillow, but the middle one. After what seemed like eternity, my eyes closed to the world, I felt something warm press up against either side me. Opening my eyes, I realized it was my two best friends in the entire world settled close to me on either side. I had never felt so completely loved by someone other than my parents until that moment. I closed my eyes and settled back into their warmth and took nothing for granted.
As others have mentioned there have been many. One of the most recent would be in Vegas for my bachelor party. My friends & I were at Studio 54 in MGM and I just had this moment of zen. I had all my guy friends around me in one of my favorite places, we were all having a good time, no one was too drunk or too tired yet and it was MY bachelor party (which had its own special aura). It wasn't about being in Vegas per se, or getting wild, or anything like that. Just the people, the place and the moment. It was exactly what I wanted it to be.
Ahhh... This weekend was like that in Salt Lake too. How lovely!
I have lots of those kind of memories. When I got back from France (late May of 2006) I went over to my parents farm and we grilled on the patio and hung out under their huge trees that provide lovely shade over the back yard.
Then last April, Aeolos and I went to a park and had a picnic of fresh fruit, salad, bread and cheese and sangria. It was one of the first warm sunny days here in Salt Lake City. What was particularly special about this time was that we shared a lot about our selves to each other as well as sharing hopes, dreams and life goals. To me it was a very special time for us.
On reflection, most times of pure content had a lot to do with accomplishment. Finishing a puzzle, completing a particularly challenging essay or course, winning a game (or at least giving it a good go), a job well done, or a lazy day where I have finished a good book. "Accomplishment" may be the wrong word. Not like needing victory to be happy, but that you have contributed, exercised your ability to make a difference.
Appsrus ~ I forget you sing. What a wonderful moment! And the zen of flying...how amazing. For what it's worth, one of the moments I could have written about was being in the right seat of a little, private plane flying over Lynchburg, feeling perfectly safe that the man in the left seat was completely in control.
Crow ~ Our memories of your hang-glide are very different as I was caught in the storm on the Sound with Appsrus' oldest. Glad yours is good! One of these days, we're going skydiving together. There. It's out in public. You have witnesses. ;)
Lovely Cats ~ I remember the first time I got those from your kids, too. *happy sigh*
Wolfgrrrl ~ How powerful and lovely. That one is strong enough, I almost feel empowered just reading about it. I can only imagine what it was like to experience it!
Tai ~ Picking one is the challenge of this Poll Question, I think. Traveling Ireland with SpiderGirl...I can see why that one sticks out!
Dreamer!!!!! ~ You're missed my dear friend. Anyway...I remember you telling me about that day. Nice that it has indeed stayed with you.
Cam Pike ~ You deserved that moment. Hugely.
Graziella ~ Lovely memories. Thank you for sharing them with me (again) and allowing me those smiles, too. Was France *really* that long ago?????
GOML! ~ Wherever that sense of peace and contentment comes from is personal for each of us. May you continue to find them in puzzles, a job well done, lazy days with good books and wherever else they may appear.
Driving down Constitution Avenue in DC during morning rush hour, with HFS blaring Better than Ezra's "Good" in my darling purple car when it hit me. It was really real. It was really me. It was really me going to graduate school for something that I loved with a fabulous group of classmates who (at that time) got along great. It really was Good (good, good, good).
I can see you doing this! I don't have an answer for this question right now though. Peace.
I was standing in the doorway of the medical office. My husband of five months was sitting in the corner of the waiting room waiting to find out what was wrong with me. I didn't even make it out the door when he stood up all worried and I nearly shouted, "I'm pregnant!" He just stood there and looked at me. We'd had a blood test and two home tests come out negative in the previous month. I took a couple steps towards him and asked, "Aren't you happy?" He came up to me and said, "Yes! I'm happy! I'm stunned!" Then he got this goofy grin on his face and gave me a big hug.
I was two months along. Seven months later I got to see the amazing look on his face when he got to hold his son for the first time.
Nemeria ~ What a Great moment! When you look around and realize *this* is your life ~ in a Good way ~ yeah...that one's hard to beat.
Traci ~ Whenever you find the answer, please come back and leave it! I look forward to hearing it.
Krystal ~ While I have never wanted that particular moment in my life (in fact have actively not wanted it and taken steps to avoid it!), I can see why it was so wonderful for you and Bear. Sometimes, it is the other's person's reaction that makes a moment one of *those* moments!
Two of them... the first time Jadette said Mama and the first time she said "I wuh you Mommy." I wasn't sure I'd ever hear those words from her. There are none sweeter. (although it IS cute when she says "hippopamamus")
A day of driving in great weather with chicken sounds stellar to me, and love the image of the dancing birthday "Superman" too.
I'll have to ponder this one, but I know everyone should have several to choose from.
Jaded ~ Yep. If that doesn't make you feel all is well with the world, I don't know what would. Hell, it makes me feel all is well with the world and I'm just reading about it.
$$ ~ Both were indeed stellar moments. Ponder away and please return when you have an answer. I'm sure you will have several from which to choose.
I'm slowly making a comeback.... stop by my site when you have a moment.
I love you dear,
DON
Don ~ I love you.
Other than the birth of my child at home,and my wedding no single memories. Most of my best times have been quiet times, alone or singular in a crowd, on a beach looking at the water, peaceful...
karma, I had my last three at home. Cool to find someone else. :)
It was quite a trip eh, Krystal! Nothing like snuggling in with your newborn in your own bed! Nice to meet ya! I can't say I'd be up for 3 though- any which way they came. Probably due to my very advanced age!:)
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