Wednesday, November 30, 2022

OK, so not everyone likes it

 

 

It is a fragrance connected directly to childhood.  The moment you smell it there is an instant recollection that the person wearing this unique smell has just come from the barber shop.  It is undeniable.

I know this to be true for one day, while going through the check-out at the supermarket, the employee stopped what they were doing and asked me, “Did you just come from the barber shop?”  At that moment I knew my senses had not lied to me all these years, my aftershave was exactly what the barber shops of yesterday had been using.

There were, of course, many more comments over the years, but that supermarket incident was too on the nose to ignore.  There have been women who have hugged me, simply in a friendly greeting after some absence who have lingered just a tad longer than what is considered a normal duration.  Some have just come out with, “Boy, you smell good.”

The point to all this lies in the memory link back to childhood.  The sense of smell is our strongest and most accurate connection to our past.  But why?  What is the point of this human attribute?  It doesn’t aid in our survival.  It may restore a positive memory when it comes to food.  “Boy, that smells good.  My Mother used to make…”

Hypnosis tends to tap into that link, for subjects respond well when it is activated.

“Relax.  Close your eyes.  You are getting very sleepy, so sleepy.  All the pressures of the day are falling away.  You’re calm and relaxed.  You’re back in grade school.  Your little friends are around and happy to see you.

What’s wrong?  

Why are you getting so upset?  

What’s that… your mother is dragging you off to the barber shop, but you want to stay and play with your friends.

Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a stench.  It’s just something the barber…

Okay, I can see you’re becoming too anxious.  

You are beginning to wake up.  When I snap my fingers, you will be wide awake and feel refreshed.  On the count of three,

One…


two...”

 



Monday, November 28, 2022

Old Slippers

 

Together since high school, you never saw one without the other.  They were comfortable.  Probably the best description for them, comfortable.  Today, however, they appeared worn, frayed at the edges and somewhat tattered.

With the majority of their lives behind them, he was a little bent over and prone to mutter.  She had become short of patience and her requests now sounded harsh, perhaps fueled by health issues that were never going to improve.

Everything in their home had a personal history and meant something to them.  Consequently, nothing was ever thrown away.  It was a cluttered existence, now encumbered with doctor visits, elaborate tests and disappointing outcomes.

She was slipping more and more each day and there was nothing to be done.  His voice had grown weak in his struggle to help his childhood sweetheart.  Friends and neighbors could only watch this sad progression.  Surely, they would have to sell the house, but what about their things?  Neither would be able to manage an estate sale, nor would they want to.  

No cavalry would be coming over the hill to save them, and the doctors couldn’t say what they knew to be true.  These were simply worn-out slippers sadly slipping away.









Considering...

 


The light source is

93 Million Miles Away,

and the vase is all the way

across the room,

and for taking it with a phone instead of a camera-

it's not that bad of a picture.



Sunday, November 27, 2022

Friday, November 25, 2022

The World-wide Web

 

I will admit, I wasn’t paying close attention.  I noticed the branch and knew I needed to duck, but I never saw the massive spider web until I found myself struggling to free myself from it. The more force I used to pull free from the sticky web, the tighter it seemed to hold.  I knew I shouldn’t panic but it was too late.  I was already frantic.

A portion of the web was across my face, preventing me from turning my head.  I desperately wanted to look around for, what surely must have been some gigantic spider, but the web was preventing me from moving.  My right arm was tangled in one direction while my other was still down at my side, where it had been as I ducked beneath the branch.   It was an awkward and very uncomfortable position.

If I knew anything at all about spiders, it was their web was where they lived, it was their home, their pantry and refrigerator, and now – I was their home entertainment unit, and my struggling was causing these long strands of fibers to vibrate, which was their security alarm.  

(Or was it their dinner bell?)




I know you hate when I do this, but...


To be continued.