3 posts tagged “memories”
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 different people.
Ok, what if the pages are not numbered? I will just flip to the end some where.
(Accompanying a reproduction of "The Winter Road, 1963." Oil on Canvas. 22 x 18 inches."
"In Peru that mountain would be called a rise of ground. Here it is called a mountain.
One day, playing with a camera, I tried to photograph the road and to get it all in I had to turn the camera at a very odd angle..."
I will follow the directions and tag 5 people: Ambookgeek, Felicious, Twicesmitten, Alex, Shellakers.
I did not know him. I think I met him maybe once or twice when I would go an obsessively follow them around back in the day. But his music and Hepcat were and are still one of my favorite bands of all time. He was a pretty great bass player and I am really sad to hear that he has passed away. My thoughts are with his family and friends...
All I can speak on his how his music, Hepcat's music, was a major source of happiness in my life. I listened to their albums religiously and tried to go to every show they had up and down California. One night, I even drove from San Francisco to Los Angeles because Derrick Morgan was playing and they were opening up for them. I went with friends and we drove there, watched the show, and then drove back up.
I will miss watching him play.
I went to buy some pants at the mall today because, though I have been trying to stay at my fighting weight, it is near impossible..so bigger pants are needed. I am not ashamed. Such is life. But then as I was walking around, I walked past an older Filipino couple...and the husband was talking to his wife in Tagalog and I just started tearing. Valentine's Day is my pop's birthday - he would have been 65 years old.
I had a hard time this year. I just felt lost and I lacked energy. Some years, months, weeks, days are better than others. Some times people or things just trigger memories.
I wonder how my mom is. My mom was a workaholic and used to work late into the night. My dad would just stay up waiting for her, dinner would be on the table and he would usually be up watching television until she got home. They would spend the next couple of hours, talking into the early morning hours.
I forgot what he sounds like...
I used to have his old cell phone. He left the voice mail message on it. I did not even know until one of my friends called and left a message and said, "Anna, you're dad is the voice message." For awhile, I used to call it just so I could hear him.
(I am at work and I started tearing. my poor supervisor walked up to have me sign the sign in sheet...sorry dude!)
