it’s all in your mind if you think about it everything is
in the kitchen
I forget why
If I had any readers then they may have noticed my absence. Despite the aphorism about the heart growing fonder, prolonged absence rarely improves a relationship.
My father died this week. Death is the one absence that we can predict even if we live as if it will not happen to us or our loved ones.
My father was ill and his death did not come as a shock. It gave me time to say some last words to him. We had a troubled relationship, defined by his absence more that presence. But my last words to him were ones that I hope gave him comfort and the chance to look back on his life when he was present for me.
In his absence, I have his memory. Until I too am absent.
Do you think blues music cheered people up. All those songs about cheating, lying, being hungry and broke? I hope so.
Music seems to have the power to bring me out of my moods. And it is not always the upbeat music that does that. Often, for me, it is the darker songs that do it. Now I know that it isn’t the music that causes my change in mood. Moods change of their own accord, tied to thinking of course.
Your musical medicine
I ain’t got no blues no more I said
Then, if I listen to the whole album, the final lyrics are:
I ain’t blue no more
Wooo it’s like heaven I said I said
Serotonin is the feel good chemical that our brains release – well when we feel good. And apparently eating chilies is known to trigger this. It certainly does for me. I’m not one of those people who eats raw chilies in competitions but I do like some spice in my food.
I have eaten raw chilies in the past. One memorable occasion was when traveling around India. We were eating cauliflower curry in a little restaurant in Northern India. The kind of place that the locals eat, where food is good and they come around with chapatis and a plate of green chilies. We were the only non-Indians in there and it felt like the whole place waited to see my reaction when I bit into the hot pepper. It was very hot but my pride and macho stupidity prevented me from showing it. Good times.
“I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love, time is Eternity.
Henry van Dyke (1852-1933)
What is it about hats? Men’s hats, I mean. There was a time when just about every man wore a hat. I don’t know if I’d like those days to return. Imagine if they did.
We’d need to learn a whole new etiquette. Tipping our hat to ladies. When and where to take the hat off. How to wear it. Straight, tilted back or forward, or at a jaunty angle.
Would men wear their hats indoors? If not we might see the return of the hat and coat check. Or hat stands?
Personally I don’t like seeing men wearing their hats in restaurants. Mostly they’re baseball hats. And if you’re past your teens there’s no excuse for wearing a baseball hat. [Perhaps if you are playing baseball, I’d allow that.]
Cars might need more headroom too. [Is that why cowboys drive big trucks, so as to have room for their stetsons?]