My memory

 

 

My memory is really good.  I remember incidents from throughout my life.  Like kindergarten when I was five.  Marlena and Judy next door.  Jimmy Olson, my best friend down on the corner in Seal Beach when I was eight years old.  He had a white rat that would crawl around on his shoulders inside his T-shirt.  He had a reel to reel eight millimeter movie projector, but we weren’t any good at threading the film so the cartoons didn’t come out backwards or upside down.  My phone number.  (It only had five digits.)  Crystal clear.  But now, it’s a little harder to hold on to new stuff.  I meet somebody, learn their name, and the next day it’s gone.  I have to hear their name again.  Maybe several times.  Or I set a reminder for the next day, but when it goes off the next day, I can’t remember what it’s for.

 

I’ve figured out what the problem is.  I’m so good at remembering things, I’ve filled the memory bank.  That’s it, and there is a solution.  Pick out a bunch of stuff from my early childhood to forget.  Make that go away, and it will free up room in the bank for new memories.  Then I won’t lose count at two again when I’m putting three scoops of coffee beans in the grinder.

 

The carport

 

 

It worked just fine for a Jeep and golf cart.  It’s not quite deep enough for the Transit Van.  No problem, though.  We back the van in, the front end sticks out to the north, and we put windshield and window covers on the driver’s compartment and everything else is in the shade.

 

Sweet.  (I don’t need to go in and out the driver’s door.  I can get up, walk through, and go in and out the side door.)

 

Now, one might think that if we want to relocate the van forward or back to get in and out of the back end, or retrieve something from behind it, we might have to undo those window covers so we can see out, but no.  Fully enclosed in the driver’s compartment cocoon, we can’t see out the windshield or the side mirrors.  No problem.  We have that screen in the middle. 

 

Cameras on the outside.  Push the button and we get front, back, and 360 degree overhead views.

 

 

We can see exactly where we are and where we want to be.

 

 

Now the Tesla and the carport.  There’s a different issue.

 

We have the same all-around camera views, but that post right behind it ensures that the little car doesn’t get in the shade at all.

 

 

That post has got to go.

 

And the beat goes on

 

 

 

About 50 wingbeats per second.

 

And when they’re flying, a heart rate of 20 beats per second.

 

The Lantana

 

 

Crushing it.

 

As is the Mexican Firebush behind it.

 

Hummingbirds favor those long tubular flowers.

 

Eighty degrees

 

 

That’s too hot to sleep.

 

But the air conditioning broke last night.  We turned down the thermostat and went to sleep, but not for long.  It didn’t cool off.  It never got below 80.  It was warmer than that outside.  It was 84 degrees inside by morning.  No sheets or blankets required.  It was closing in on 90 in the front room by the time the air conditioner guy showed up to save us.  Just a capacitor.  No big deal.

 

But having air conditioning here is a big deal.  Hot.  Humid.  And it doesn’t cool down that much at night.  Can’t just open a window and put a fan in it to cool off.  Now it’s dark and the inside of the house is cooled back down to our normal daytime setting of 78.  Tonight we’ll turn the thermostat down and tomorrow morning we get to wake up at our nighttime temperature of 66, warm and cozy under our lightweight down blanket.

 

 

 

 

Big Jude

 

 

 

Geared up for shopping.

 

Serendipity

 

 

Michael and Nora.  Friends for years here in the valley, we lost touch.  Emails got returned.  I was going to ask their son what was going on, but hesitated, not wanting to know if it was bad news.  Then emails to his son started getting returned.  I figured that one out.  The address we had for Michael junior was through his university address.  He had graduated and moved on.  A couple more years went by, then a name popped up on Snapchat.  I don’t know how that happened, I never look at Snapchat, but there it was, Michael Navarro.  I couldn’t tell which Michael, but fired off a note, which resulted in a long catchup with them at their house today.

 

Reunited with friends.  A serendipitous moment.