I did ‘It’. I finally remembered one of the untold number of ‘things’ that I so often ‘tag’ with the thought- “Remember This”!
And this time, I did.
So this is it then, the all-important ‘thing’ to remember that has been achieved, this one time, is this (1):
It’s 2100 hours, only….. and as I lay, on the edge of dozing off –finally- after my non-stop whirlwind of a ‘normal’ busy day, I think to myself the same dreaded thought that I think several times throughout each night of late, and that is (2)-
“The fire won’t last the night.” I can already feel the room start to not-so-slowly form ice on it’s periphery. And I filled the firebox to maximum capacity in the system that I was forced to develop, quite expediently, due to critical need (18 degree nights- recent cold-snap).
I groan…. or was it only in my mind? Well, according to Ryatt’s warble of ‘pissiness’, that tells me I disturbed his slumber with my incessant shenanigans once again- so, no. I groaned aloud. Well, this IS half the reason why you don’t change out of your double –to- quadruple layered day/ work clothes, isn’t it? Cuz you gotta be up every two hours to reload the firebox, or the other half of the reasons is, that if I don’t get up, then at least I’ll have enough clothes on to keep me from waking up in a certain rigor mortis state in the shape of a fetal foosball….. Oh, and this week, exclusively- add to my nighttime wardrobe, my suede ‘kick-about’ boots a down parka or my hooded sheepskin pullover, and crocheted hat, cowl and mitten combo.
For those that haven’t left the room yet, cuz they were annoyed, bored or the sheer thrill of my cliff hanger drove them away, then the memory that I’ve finally arrived at to share with you is this (3):
Remember ‘Summer’? You know- that ‘warm’ thing, that drove half of our NorthWestern population mad from the foreign act of ‘perspiring’ and brain-melt? You may’ve recalled my writing about it….? No? Right… it was back ‘in the Year of Our Lord’- two thousand and fourteen, in what most people around the world call ‘the summer months’, which are typically on the calendar between the months known as June thru August, and sometimes, for Special Occasions, on into late October for Special People! But up here in the Land of The Eternal Reign of Rain, in the Southern-most regions of The Great Whyte Northe, we had experienced a rare form of Tsunami-strength heat & brightness that surpasses all of my half-century of memories in this particular latitude and hemisphere, excluding that one summer, of my offspring’s hatch…. sorry- I digress. Again.
WARM THOUGHTS…. that’s what this is about (And Finally- 4!!!!). And the ability we have to ‘bank them’. In our ‘Memory Banks’. And use them to our advantage on days like these when the fire goes out and there’s an icicle hanging from your nose….
I want you to remember even just One of those sweltering days, just a few short months ago when all those pussies that surround me & that I am forced to endure (part of my punishment, in This Life?!) were whining about the heat. I want you to focus- stop shivering for a sec and just relax your muscles, AND REMEMBER….
There you are- stalking around –mid-morning!- looking for the slightest hint & hope of breeze. Wait! Did the sky just breathe?!
Even then, in the chill days of Spring, the Voice in my head said, “Savor this. You will dream of it, someday not too distant! The bright light, the warmth…. remember this!”
Then came the Summer to end all Summer’s, and as the weak wailed that they were ”melting!”, you dreamt of a World where ‘Moments’ could be ‘banked’ and withdrawn at a later time when they would be better appreciated. Say, if we could take every other day of that swelter-summer and during this freeze suffered two weeks previous, and sow like seeds a hot day in between each that was iced….
Now wouldn’t that be ever so nice!
Think warm thoughts… Think warm thoughts… Think warm thoughts!