64 degrees this morning .
The weekend of visiting is over. Strange, while we are visiting, it doesn’t seem like it has been that long since we talked, and then it is over and we realize it is over for this time, and who knows when we will see them again.
Yesterday morning we went to the Bass Pro Shop in the Pyramid (on the Mississippi River). If you ever get a chance, it is well worth the visit and the $10 to go to the top!
The City worked with them for years on having a Bass Pro here (in Memphis at the Pyramid) and it was well worth the effort.
I took pictures, but pictures can’t really do justice to what it is actually.
Of course, this area has the most memories, but Nashville and Knoxville =also have a lot of memories for us.
In a way I look at some areas and buildings, probably the most familiar to me and I only feel a cold perspective, perhaps keeping my distance. Other areas, that weren’t that important but that were part of my life here, I look at with the warmth of a glow of remembering.
In other words, it is very hard to describe how I feel as I look at areas I lived with for over 13 years.
As with where I live now, it is strange how I don’t see anyone I knew from the previous years. I scan faces for any I recognize, but see none, even though the site or environment is familiar.
The new stores etc., we quickly see, probably more so than the people who live here and see only the incremental daily change.
In a way it is like when I first left home on a trip. I got back and was surprised to see that everyone had gotten along fine without me, that time and change continued at home, even though I wasn’t there!
Three days of our trip are already gone. All I have planned for rapidly passes and the future suddenly becomes the past. or I guess you could say the anticipation has become reality.
Anticipation is important to life, I think a lot of things I do I enjoy the anticipation and planning almost as much as the actual experience.
Maybe it is because with anticipation, anything is possible, once the experience is the present (or the past), the possible is what happened, not what could happen.
That is true, even when I am pleased with an event I have anticipated, even if it goes well or better than anticipated.
Perhaps the anticipation and the visualization involved in eh anticipation make it especially painful when things don’t go as expected.
On the other hand, part of a good experience is the small (or large) expected things that later you laugh about and become part of the tapestry of the experience. Sometimes, when things do not go as expected, that becomes the most valuable aspect of your experience.
Heading out on a familiar highway (actually an interstate) today. Visiting a friend/colleague as we continue to visit the past.
That’s it for now, Monday, June 6, 2016.
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