The Ick Doth Stick

Memories are like unexpected boogers —the more ick involved, the more stick involved.

Here’s an example of a memory that won’t quit. We watched the movie Gone Girl with Ben Affleck and Rosamond Pike. Suspenseful. Good enough to snag you and with enough ick and dark to leave your brain so itchy its begging for a Disney movie shampoo.

Then there’s the wisp-of-smoke memories. Like me starting to write about our latest walk but coming to a standstill when I couldn’t remember where we’d been. I knew it had been a good walk; I knew it was worth remembering. Only I couldn’t remember why. Or where.

It wasn’t until my left arch cramped up that the missing bits of gray matter snapped into place like they were on military roll call. The foot cramp reminded me of the calf ache, which reminded me of the thigh strain, which reminded me of the hip. . . well, you get it.

We’d walked to town (3 ¾ miles, and don’t ask whose idea it was because that would force me to lie and say Man-Wonder’s). Then we walked the railways tracks (3 ¾ +) back.

Why was it longer going home you ask? Because we come across two different junctions. And twice, we picked the wrong track to follow. Which meant doing some painful backtracking. Which led to two new discoveries:

  • No matter what he says, Man-Wonder can whine louder silently than I can out loud.
  • Walking on legs like numb tubes of quivering jelly is infinitely better than humping along on nerve-banging stumps of cement.

 

So there, you see . . . without the sticky icky bits this blog would have been nothing but a very short movie review.

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  1. Karyn said it so well. And you are spot on about how memories stick. 3 3/4 mile each way would have left me in town looking for a taxi home. There is no way I would have made it back. I’d be packing a tent with that snack and water. I love how you write and the words you use to describe things. But then, that’s why I’m here. 🙂

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    • Thanks and I seriously considered falling down on the tracks and staying there til spring (or Man-Wonder dragged my lifeless body home). But we made it and later while we were laying around we felt like the Himalayas and its sherpas had nothing on us.
      And thanks for being here. It’s nice!

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  2. writeknit Said:

    LOL you need to use the GPS on your phone so you don’t get lost. But honestly, sounds like you are having more fun happily wandering (until your legs starts to hurt).

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  3. Karyn Said:

    I miss your sense of humour! You make the ordinary and mundane animated and amusing 😄 I love reading your blog, it has yet to fail to bring a smile, a chuckle and a sense of adoration. Thanks AC 🌸

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    • Thank you for those sweet words. I think the mundane is funny. I also think the fact that Man-Wonder and I can’t seem to leave the mobile without getting temporarily displaced is hysterical. We’ve adapted a new rule here — no walking out the door unless one of us has either a snack, or lunch, and water. Just in case!
      Maybe I should add bandages to the bag?
      Anyway, it’s always good to hear from you (even without any super nice comments). 🙂

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