Monday, December 18, 2023

Memories (No, not Cats)

 I was stuck for what to write about today. So I finally took out my metaphor dice and played around until I got "memory is a back-handed mirror." According to one online dictionary "back-handed" means "indirect, ambiguous or insincere." I think that is quite astute of my dice.

My husband and I often compare our memories of things that happened to the two of us. Our versions are never the same. One example: when our first child, Ben, was still a baby, we were invited to go sailing on friends' sailboat. Somehow there were donuts, I don't remember where they came from. We were attempting to get on the boat carrying Ben. In my version, I am holding Ben and a donut. I was going to hand Ben to my husband. The donut was accidentally placed really close to his mouth; he took advantage and took a bite. At that point in his life he was eating only baby food, no chunks. He didn't choke (thank goodness) and smiled like it was the best thing ever in his short life.

My husband's version is almost identical except that he is holding Ben and the donut. 

I read somewhere that every time you revisit a memory - take it out of your memory bank and look at it -- you change it. I wondered why, so I did a search. According to an article about a Northwestern University study, "Every time you remember an event from the past, your brain networks change in ways that can alter the later recall of the event. Thus, the next time you remember it, you might recall not the original event but what you remembered the previous time." (https://news.northwestern.edu/stories/2012/09/your-memory-is-like-the-telephone-game/#:~:text=Every%20time%20you%20remember%20an,you%20remembered%20the%20previous%20time.)

Then I think that things like math facts and vocabulary must be stored in another part of the brain since they don't get altered (generally). And that's good thing. 

The mind throws a gentle curveball to our pleasant memories.

Monday, December 4, 2023

Happiness is a Bootleg Drum. What?

 A couple months ago I ordered the Metaphor Dice. I'm pretty sure I learned about them here, on blogging Tuesday with Two Writing Teachers. Today I finally gave them a real try.

The truth is as silent as a brand new toy. Hmm, no, unless it's an ironic metaphor.

Happiness is a bootleg drum. My husband told our children when they were young that they could play any musical instrument except percussion. And for good reasons - besides the sound of practicing, if your offspring gets serious about percussion, you will never be done buying instruments, and your home will be littered with drums, marimba, cymbals, etc. etc. I suppose a closet drummer might appreciate this metaphor.

The reluctant wonder of the past. I like it. I love history but I know that history hides many secrets. Maybe this metaphor should be the wonder of the reluctant past.

Beauty is a bright side show. Maybe it is.

Time is a rugged blessing. One of the definitions of rugged is "(of a face) wrinkled or furrowed, as by experience or the endurance of hardship." So yes, it's a blessing to have a long life filled with family, friends, experiences. But a long life also often includes physical challenges, and other adversities.

The truth threw an impossible curveball. His verbal curveball revealed an impossible truth. Definite possibilities there.

The sad trophy of my heart. There's a line for a heroine of a romance novel before she discovers that the hero is madly in love with her but is hiding that fact to keep her safe because...