Real Walk Down Memory Lane

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Recent and vivid memories contain an element of emotion that is lost on those that time has covered in a sweet haze. Which of these memories is better simply depends on whether you want to relive a surge of pleasant feelings, or a mixture of elation along with a twinge of nostalgia. Recent memories evoke not just excitement, but also minor emotional disturbances that could probably disappear when the power of sugarcoating is well applied.

Personally, I prefer to relive memories on my own terms, where nostalgia has replaced minor heartaches with a fictional sense perfect bliss. I like to go through a walk down memory lane well armored. I carry a good measure of humor, a sizable amount of factual experiences and of course, a never ending supply of imagination. A couple of decades living downtown Los Angeles taught me that when you walk anywhere, you must be prepared for anything. Humor can significantly decrease the impact pesky, little imperfections of undesirable emotions spoil a cherished event. So, when looking back on those anomalies, I try to find a funny detail, sometimes real, sometimes . . .not, that would better accommodate the overall mood of a perfect memory stroll.

Making minor alterations to our memories is a natural process, I think, that allows us to relive only the good parts of or experiences. Even when the recollection of unpleasant events sneaks up on our memory path, they tent to under represent the true antagonistic measure of their original pain.

Recent memories help experience emotions with intensity and, in my opinion the weight of emotions we experience is like the canvas on a painting. The events that transpired are like the strokes of paint that creates the picture. Overtime, this painting is adorned by a frame. Finally, it is displayed either in a dominant place to be seen constantly, or is taken to a private room full of personal treasures. The canvas itself is completely overlooked by the original painting, the frame and its location.

When you go walk down memory lane, don’t just dive in and try to recollect the details of your favorite events. Be selective and resurrect those cherished moments that you can dissect at your leisure. Those memories that unhindered by recent emotions are already a priced painting in your collection.

 

The Daily Prompt compelled me to share this thought.

Is there a memory you have that has been so sugar coated it doesn’t resemble the original?

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Just Say No

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Courage is equivalent to the word “No”, I dare you to say it next time someone asks you to do something you don’t want to do without a momentary gridlock cluttering your brain as you look for excuses, polite words and all around alternatives to an impending commitment. As a matter of fact, when people ask me how do they get out of a situation they don’t want to be in, they often hear from me, “Just say no”. However, in the past, when it come to me, I buckled and squirmed, often blurting out an eager “Yes!” just so I can run away and take a moment to collect myself. The most difficult part came later as I looked for ways to get out of this situation hearing from my own protégées the same ill fated advice, “just say no”, thanks a lot.

Over the years, I have learned to substitute that eager yes with either of the following statements, ‘I’m busy”, “I’m sick” or “my lawn mower broke down” this last one has nothing to do with requests, but if I really don’t want to do it, any excuse will do and given the fact that I don’t have a lawn, it makes it pretty clear. It remind me of a time when a friend complained of all the commitments she was making and wanted to know how I got out of things like that. I gave her my three answers and over the next few weeks she got those answers from me in turn, until I brought up the lawn mower one at which point her eye glazed up a bit while her brain connected the dots and then gave me a reproachful look knowing what I have been doing the past few weeks.

I have also concluded since those early times that if the word “No” by itself is too daunting to wield, cynicism is the next best thing. I have yet to mustard the courage to say no, but excuses, I can spring out with ease, especially ridiculous ones that open the door for a comedic discussion which in turn gives me time to think of polite words and alternatives to decline whatever it is I don’t want to do.

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The Daily Prompt

The battle for Sleepyhead

Mine was the fateful fortune to be chosen by the man with a proud walk and a firm hand. He walked straight towards me and didn’t hesitate to lift me into his arm. Up until that point, after consciousness awoke in me, I had been greatly anticipating the day I would be taken to a real home.
I’d heard about the children that adored their toys and greatly desired to be in such company. I wanted to be cherished, to be loved. It never occurred to me that I was being recruited to be the principal object of desire for two strong headed children who each wanted me all to their own. They used to engage in horrific pushing, screaming, chasing cat fighting battles, which would only end when one of them would relent to my claim by way of crying inconsolably. I suffered many heart breaks back then. I would be ripped apart from loving hugs and tears of sorrow from my young master. I know now that he would have been the better choice in fulfilling my desires to be appreciated the way I’d heard before. Eventually, the viciousness of my spoiled-girl-master and her superior cat fighting skills inflicted so many life scarring wounds on her little brother that it was agreed by the Great Powers the Be, that I would stay in her possession eternally.
I watch my eternal master-tormentor play with every other toy, but, me? Sadly I was a mere trophy to be displayed prominently on her pillow bed. I was bait. If my little master got caught with me in his possession, there was no sound barrier that would protect us both from a screaming fit that left us shaking in rage, fear and inconsolable grief. All too soon, he gave up any attempt to be with me, but occasionally when she wasn’t around, we would spend time together. It was a personal victory for both of us, the memory of which continues to be my comfort and the sole visitor in my captivity.
And so I remain trapped in a box. I remain forgotten and desolate. I travel with my She-master every place she goes and then, she shoves me back in her “personal treasures” box. The ear I lost in a battle lies by my side. It was never attempted to be sewn back together. Her own children only ever glanced at me a few times. She claimed I was her most priced and loved treasure, a vivid reminder that a common object can be the point of dissention between two siblings that should have grown up loving and cherishing one another. At least in that, we agree.

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Daily Prompt

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Sometimes, you sit down to blog but your words and photos get stuck — prompts give them a push. We publish a new one every morning.

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Worthy Causes

Daily Prompt asks:

Breaking the Ice
The internet has recently been swept up by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Is there a cause — social, political, cultural, or other — you passionately believe in? Tell us how you got involved — or why you don’t get involved.

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 20, 2014

I don’t usually follow social, political or cultural causes. I join a particular cause at the moment to help out or support someone I know, but in the town where I live however, there seems to be a great effort to support causes that affect its residents with a big show of support.

For breast cancer awareness, all of the three schools in the area have some sort of activity that invites people to wear pink while coaches add a pink accessory to the sport teams’ uniforms. breast cancerDuring football season I’ve notices that pretty much every team in the league follows the same show of support for breast cancer awareness. When there is controversy in other parts of the country for small children wearing “I love Boobies” bracelets, I don’t think I’ve heard anyone complain about it here in town. I’m not sure if kids know what they are advertising, they may even think is just a fad, but when they are exposed to a prompt that will make them ask questions about a preventable condition is a good idea, in my opinion of course.

There was another time when a young woman in high school ended her life after a long and grueling battle with severe depression. People in our town responded by encouraging others to have balloons around to show support for the family she left behind, and at the high school, kids got all the balloons together and let them free. There was a little concern from some that it could glorify self harm, but it was quickly dismissed. What I heard from my kids at the time was that their friends wanted to do something that would put a smile on the late young woman’s face and since she loved balloons, they were comforted to know she would have approved. It also brought a lot of awareness about people with depression and what one can do to show support and or help those who suffer from it.

While I don’t pick up the banner for any particular worthy cause, I do join others with the one they carry. I love to see residents in my town come together in support of different causes that affect the people we know. The causes may vary, but the unity in spirit from friends of those affected is contagious and our town knows how to come together and show support.

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Little Baby . . . as if!

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 5, 2014

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My seven year old has come up with the best defense ever to avoid being scolded for doing something wrong. Last time I gave her a talk about how she should know better than to make a mess she did not clean, she bluntly said “but I’m just a little seven year old baby!” No, she didn’t come up with this all on her own, while joking about how to best avoid mommy’s angry voice, my older children taught her to curl her lips into a pout and say this with her best sad puppy face.

Last year, she used to say this frequently in a playful tone that she knew it was not going to be taken seriously. We all joked about it and my older kids had many laughs instructing Caillen on how to best look sincere when using this phrase. Time passed by and we all forgot about it, that is, until she brought it up last week as a last recourse when she knew that I was not buying the excuses she gave me to justify the mess in her room.

She must have noticed the momentary stunned expression in my face because she started laughing right after. It caught me by surprise to realize how sincere she seemed. My very first reaction was a split second moment in which my heart warmed up and longed to spare my baby from pain, my motherly instincts were yanked right out of my disciplinarian mode and surfaced to protect my helpless child, only. . . I had heard that phrase before. As the words set in, I became aware that my dear little girl has quite an evil streak in her psyche and I couldn’t be more proud, but to employ a well rehearsed tactic in the midst of a stressful situation is right down wicked. I was impressed.

Caillen did not wait for me to counter her defense, she knew she had lost the argument, but she still walked away with a proud demeanor that reflected her witted victory. For my part, I remained amused at her wit and was a little scared as well. “Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage*, but is it a number you should not care about. At her young age, who knows what other things she plots to get her way? She may only be seven years old, but there is no age to put limits in the world of self awareness. My youngest daughter stands to be a challenge and her wit no doubt will give her an advantage along with the support of her older siblings, but I welcome the opportunity to guide her and the many challenging ways I will have to outsmart her.

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*Daily Prompt
Age-Old Questions
“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?

 

 

Agreeable Differences

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 5, 2014

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An unlikely pairing of foods for some people may be an every day meal routine for others. I was born into a culture that adds lemon and hot chili peppers to everything we eat, from main dishes to snacks and even sweet fruits. The comments I’ve heard from foreign people that have lived in Mexico for as little as a few weeks are usually a collection of amazed expressions combined with a bunch of expletives that at times support and others condemn what they think is a most unusual way of eating food.

salsaI now live in Southern California where Mexican food has a strong presence. Salsa, whether fresh or in a bottle is always present at restaurant tables. We add lime juice and salsa to everything from Carne Asada (grilled beef) to fish and even Chinese food. SAMSUNGAlthough hot and spicy foods are part of most every menu around the LA area, the addition of lemon or limes as they are known here is mostly reserved for those of us that were born and raised south of the border and our immediate family. This acquired taste tends to diminish its hold on later generations, for example, my kids are no strangers to my customs, but they can live with out salsas and lime, whereas I would rather starve than miss adding lime juice to the dishes in my plate.

Our candy has a mixture between tangy and sour plus hot chili pepper in powder form. Tamarind has a big share of the candy market where it is featured in many different forms. Its tangy flavor adds a vigorous salivating effect to the sour touch of limes; add a bit of salt and sugar and you have a combination of mouth watering tastes that can be sprinkled, dipped, pasted and mixed with virtually any candy flavor you can imagine.

Just about in every major corner around Los Angeles there are vendors that sell mixed fresh fruit cut in bite size portions.tajin In a serving, which is can easily feed two people there is mango, orange, coconut, jicama, cucumber and watermelon. They add lime juice, salt and powder chili pepper, yum! Or at home, as a snack, you can choose any fruit and add Tajin which already has this last ingredients mixed in.

However unusual people think this combination may be, adding lime and chili peppers to every day meals and treats is a granted way of eating for people of Mexican descent, but the combination of flavors keeps growing. In recent years I’ve come across combinations that feature lime and chili peppers with a horde of new companions. What used to be simple snack such as cacahuates japoneses (crunchy peanuts) or cueritos (trust me, you don’t want to know) are now combined with so many other ingredients that could qualify them as a complete meal. Whatever the combination, lime and chili peppers are ever present at my house adding a familiar taste to whatever meals grace my table.whatevermexicansnack

It may not look that inviting for many, but trust me, if you grew up the way I did, your mouth would have no trouble recognizing what your eyes are seeing, By the time you realize all the ingredients mixed in, your mouth will be watering like there’s no tomorrow.

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Daily Prompt
Unlikely Pairing
Bacon and chocolate, caramel and cheddar… Is there an unorthodox food pairing you really enjoy? Share with us the weirdest combo you’re willing to admit that you like — and how you discovered it.

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Unleash The Silmarillion

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 17, 2014

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In the back of my reading queue rests the Silmarillion, not because of a desire to postpone a difficult read, but because it is a book that deserves all my attention and an appetitive read from its predecessors, The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings. With all the background information that The Silmarillion contains regarding J.R.R. Tolkien’s mythology of Middle Earth, it is not a book that you can read without first immersing yourself in the stories that mention the legends, lineage and historical background that The Silmarillion brings to light in greater detail than its much more popular companions.

My list of books to read is very long, due mostly in part to my tendency to grab more books than I can read, but revisiting Tolkien’s world requires a commitment of heart and soul, for those of us obsessive compulsive people that would drop their entire real life to live among this fantasy from beginning to end with out interruptions one more time.silmarillionbookcase So far as I can tell, my seven year old still needs me around and I can’t quite get her involved just yet. Although she is a fan of The Hobbit and let me make it clear, the book which she has listened to three times from beginning to end and not the movies, I wait for the time that she can join me and we can both read this fantastic journey.

My copy of The Silmarillion is tucked in among all the other books that are precious to me. Right in the back of a bookcase where not even dust would set upon its run down wrinkled and faded paperback cover. My book case and my collection of books are in storage due in part to space constrains, in part to the abundance of precious books I have; but no matter, I know it is there and as progress is made through my current list of books to read, I hope that my daughter grows up appreciating all the geeky references my family makes regarding Tolkien’s world of fantasy.

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Daily Prompt
Off the Shelf
Take a look at your bookcase. If you had enough free time, which book would be the first one you’d like to reread? Why?

Biting a Helping Hand

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 16, 2014

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Helping my elderly neighbor Candice with simple tasks around her house was never a problem, but before they got to know us, going into town with her to the supermarket was a little uncomfortable. I have to praise residents in my town for being so accommodating, respectful and patient. Until they understood that we were her neighbors driving her around because she had no family of her own, they did give us dead stares for the things Candice used to do.

As an elderly person suffering from early stages of dementia, she often forgot what she needed, her money or how to pay at the cashier’s. My other neighbors, my husband and I used to talk about how ironic it was that without knowing the circumstances, people automatically assumed that if we were accompanying her, we must be responsible for her antics. I can’t count the amount of times I said “I’m sorry” to apologize for delays, for Candice blocking an isle, or for the many, many times she asked the same question. We used to care for her basic needs and ironic or not, strangers always blamed us for not controlling her well.

Candice is a fiercely independent woman who refused to move closer to her relatives and would not consider letting us buy the items she needed. She wanted to go herself and if we didn’t take her, she would start walking until someone picked her up. We live in a semi-rural area and temperatures are quite extreme since we are in a high dessert. Naturally, my other neighbors and I were always worried that she would just leave and quite a few times we did receive a phone call from one of the town store owners to let us know Candice was about all by herself.

One such occasion, she managed to get a Good Samaritan to “fix” her car, which had no battery because she had neither a license nor registration for the car. All mayhem ensued because she happily waved at us as she was leaving. How on earth did we miss that I don’t know. Right at that time, I was with my neighbor Debbie on her front lawn. The Security Guard at the entrance of our community called my husband to ask if it really had been Candice who just left the property and then he called everyone in town to tell us if they saw her. Eventually a waitress called in and my husband went to meet with Candice as if by coincidence. As per the request of her relatives when we called, between the waitress and my husband, they managed to get the car keys from Candice and then you can imagine the circus it took to help her “find her keys”.

Candice is now in a convalescent hospital recovering from a stroke she suffered when she left to go to the store by herself and decided to walk on a particularly hot day. Neither one of my neighbors nor I were around and she collapse just a few yards from her home. There really isn’t much anyone can do when a person remains legally accountable for their own choices. In Candice’s case, Social Services came to visit her a couple of times at the request of her relatives who wanted conservatorship of her well being, but the investigator found she could still live on her own, this, despite of the account we gave that she often had spoiled food, and swarms of ants in her kitchen that we used to clean.

In any case, my neighbors Debbie, Emi, Jimmy and us tried to keep an eye out for her and as a result, we received funny looks from people who didn’t know Candice’s story. Unless you live or interact with a person who has dementia, you never know how debilitating that illness is for those who suffer from it and how difficult it is for those who help out. There were five of us who took turns looking out for Candice and as such, we did not experience the full blast of all the consequences resulting from her behavior in public, but I can only imagine what it is like for those who have no choice or no help. Next time you see an elderly misbehaving, please consider at the very least giving a sincere smile to his or her companion. I guarantee that it would make a good impression on a difficult day.

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Daily Prompt
10,000 Spoons
…When all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse, stanza, or story of badly-timed annoyance to Alanis Morissette’s classic.

 

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To Whom It May Concern:

Daily Prompt
New Wrinkles
You wake up one day and realize you’re ten years older than you were the previous night. Beyond the initial shock, how does this development change your life plans?

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August 11, 2014
To: Daily Prompt
From: TyroCharm
Regarding: New Wrinkles

To Whom It May Concern:

I’m writing this letter to challenge the latest daily prompt in which you wish to deprive me from ten years of my life. How could anyone possibly loose ten years of their life in one night? This is not at all something that was discussed in my contract when I signed up for wordpress.com. While I seldom come up with ingenious ways to accommodate most of your ideas into posts that I can relate to in order to offer a pleasant reading experience, this prompt stands to bring out an ugly side of my personality that would surely scare away most of my followers.

I’m not necessarily afraid to look old. . .er, but I would very much resent the fact that at this stage of aging in my life, ten years would mean that it would take a crane to get me up from bed in the morning. Dear god, I would have surely woken up in a wet bed! And that is not to mention that I would be spitting out my remaining teeth. I’m sure that my little seven year old daughter would appreciate suddenly having a living grandmother to play with and dutely be spoiled by her, but ten years. . . in one night. . . really?

No, absolutely not! I advise you to revise your latest suggestion. I don’t think that your writers took into consideration the pain and anxiety that this prompt would bring to bridle, and self conscious psyches like mine. I’m sure I’m not alone in this complain. . . the fact that I am the only one challenging your decision should be a testament to how disappointed and scare many other people are since they are probably afraid to speak up their true mind.

I thank you in advance for your prompt consideration and wait eagerly for a new and age appropriate idea for today’s writing suggestion.

Sincerely and much obliged,
TyroCharm

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Follow the Leader

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 10, 2014

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Pretty much any written article that floats around the internet is ignored on my account unless I see it posted by or I see it on the wall of either one of the many wonderful friends I have online. It doesn’t matter what the news brake is or the movie review that is popular, the moment I see it posted on one of my friends’ wall, say on Facebook, I dig into it because I know that if they thought it was interesting, then it surely is. The same goes when choosing a good book to read. There has to be a recommendation from someone I know before I invest my time in it.

Like a curse that is bent on stifling my spirit of adventure, every time I have chosen a book on my own, I have had a horrible time reading it or it has disappointed me to the point of emotional scarring.game-of-thrones-meme-17 Such was the case with the books from The Game of Thrones, the Divergent series and another series whose name and author I’ve thankfully forgotten, but whose traumatic mental images still haunt me. wheeloftime

Of the books that I picked up with serious reservations and based solely on my friends’ reviews I’ve purchased all the books from The Wheel of Time, The sword of Truth series which along with Fableheaven and The Lord Of the Rings, have become a family staple mark for fantasy discussion. Basically everything else I have read in my adult life has been the result of a second opinion.

Another one of my sources for trusted recommendations is the website Audible.com where I’ve been prompted to get audio books based on both my wish list and previous purchases. audibleAudible has a good system for pairing reading trends with new publications and so far, of the audio books they have brought to my attention, none have been a waste of time.

I have a particularly wondering nature. I guess it’s my own way of accessing information to focus on headlines everywhere until something presents a well of priceless information I cannot pass up. I rely on the opinions of people I know to find precious jewels to read whether they are news articles or books, I love to follow leads. This method for finding great stories has proven itself over and over and it is sure to continue to provide many interesting reads for years to come.

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Daily Prompt
Second Opinion
What are some (or one) of the things about which you usually don’t trust your own judgment, and need someone’s else’s confirmation?