You may or may not know that song that begins with “Precious memories”. We are living in that time in Texas where we have to live on precious memories.
We are at the season in the Texas year that might go along with those words, “the dog days of summer.” The problem with that is that I think we’re still in spring. Welcome to Texas. Just a few weeks ago I was sitting out on the front porch almost any time of the day and enjoying the weather and the scenery. It was a glorious time. Not this week.
We are now in that time where it is hot and humid. It doesn’t seem to matter what time you go out. It is unpleasant. This would be a good time to have people visit Texas if you didn’t want to have them move here. So, come one, come all from California. Come visit Texas. You’ll probably go home again. Why does that thought make me happy?
I will hang on, waiting for first, the heat without the humidity, then the cold. In between the heat and the cold, there should be a brief time of joyful weather. After the cold we will have spring again. At least that’s what happened before.
I think that’s our memories not only bring us the warmth of the past, but they also bring us a reassurance about the future.
homo unius libri
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Opus 2024-178: Precious Memories
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