I noticed that I say the phrase “I remember it like it was yesterday” a lot. I recently used it in a post about an event that happened 31 years ago, my son Donovan’s birth. I used it again today while telling a story to a friend about Army Airborne Jump School. I’ll probably use it tomorrow and the day after that - it seems to roll out of my mouth with the greatest of ease. This most likely is a product of getting older.
It is a proven fact that the older I get the more yesterdays I have under my belt to compare the quality of rememberance to while recounting major events in my life. Major events that I also have more of than when I was younger. I have had so many yesterdays - so many uneventful days of only living, so many that I don’t really remember anything about most lot them.
However, the smallest details about major and important events in my life bubble up from my memory effortlessly. Details that are carved in the living stone of my mind minute details that I can relate to anyone with no effort. Details like the color of my son’s skin and the expression on his face when he first saw me, how he must have felt - how I felt, or what went on in my mind when I ran through what first appeared to be a giant carwash to cool us down during a 10 mile run in the noonday sun while at Ft. Benning GA in August- the hottest summer of my life. Those two events and countless others I remember with extreme clarity and in great detail. But not like they happened yesterday, for yesterday is a day I remember very little about.
I could reconstruct my yesterday for you, if so desired. I know I probably had a poor to fair nights sleep where I woke up often, sometimes going back to sleep mostimes not. I Could safely venture that pain was from the many pulpits mr. p (parkinson’s disease) has chosen this month to deliver his sermon from. This sermon of pain with added hymns of disability and depression then followed me around all day breathing hellfire and brimstone down my neck. Except for the all to brief moments when the medicine can work it’s magic - force mr p. down from his position of omnipotence, his bully pulpit. Yes, he does take a break every now and then - thank God. Yes , thank God he does take a break. These details that I remember about yesterday are not because they bubble up effortlessly but because I could just as easily have been describing today or tomorrow, last week, last year or heaven forbid, 10 years from now.
However, I refuse to be sad I will still go to my church of metaphorical reality even if that windbag reverend p is preaching. I know he is only interim pastor although he thinks he is permanent. I am the head of my church’s search committee and as soon as we find his replacement - he’s out of here. This story is not about the sad it’s about the love, the newfound love I have for my newfound food mistress. She was sitting in the last pew, her spot with the college kids, this whole time.
She is a detail that I now must add to my reconstruction of yesterdays future. She has become an honored member of my mind church. I could have easily have written - “ emember it like it was yesterday? Hell, I can’t even remember what I had for lunch yesterday”. That would have been a funny, albeit brief joke but it would have been a lie. I might not know where I left the keys to the car I don’t own or what the boss at the job I don’t have told me not to forget - but I DO remember what I had for lunch, because it is, by choice, the same thing I’ve had for lunch every day for the last month- it’s my now favorite food of this moment and of this time. Move over OatBran there’s a new love in my life, this college DormRoom classic is now my new food mistress. I can’t help it - I’m in love. I’m in love with the exotic oriental woman of my dreams. I am in love with Ramen noodles.
But, in a selfishly Pygmalion fashion, I had her do away with the MSG laden Chicken “Favor” spice packet, replacing it with the much healthier option of natural organic peanut butter and Bragg’s Amino Acid supplement, plus a little local honey from a neighbor down the block who keeps bees and sells delicious wildflower honey from her Riverside front porch using the honor system.
I am infatuated with my new nourishmental distraction’s flavor both savory and sweet - the ease of her simple and quick preparation - the soothing warmth given to my throat - all where qualities my former food lover Quaker Oat’s Oat Bran HOT cereal had, but I grew tired of her and her constant need for brown sugar and like I explained to her when we broke up - It’s not you ...It’s me.
All of this is making me hungry, and my current cuisine concubine is nowhere to be found. I think I’ll make a little trip to the cupboard and see what trouble I can get into.
Be Right Back...
While visiting my new love’s dorm at her college that is my cupboard I ran into her roommate -Thai Kitchen Thin Rice Noodles. We hit it off right away and seeming so much more sophisticated and divine she made me forget all about my churchgoing food love, anda throwing caution to the wind I fix a bowl of my latest discovery. It was love at first taste. It was a gluten free where have you been all my life.
As I lay in my bed ready to swim against the current up the river to sleep I think on the day’s (now yesteday’s) turn of events and it dawned on me. Maybe it wasn’t the noodles at all, ramen or thai kitchen, that were the true objects of my desire. Maybe it was the company of p-nut butter mixed with it’s friends that I craved. Were the noodles merely a delivery system? I went to sleep a little confused but also quite curious, curious about details that will now be carved in my minds rock that will now bubble up with the greatest of ease - details I will remember like they happened yesterday, this yesterday... If it wasn’t the noodles then what was it... and what does that make me other than a person who just loves peanut butter along with Bragg/s Amino Acid Supplement and a little Local Riverside Honey thrown in.
NEXT...I promise the honest truth about my trip to China and how the time I spent and continue to spend with the awe-inspiring BoThai Panda is changing my life.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\