It IS what it IS
The Past IS the Past
What IS the definition of IS?
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This is me WALKING AWAY
Thursday, November 11, 2010
There are those philosophers who claim that an idea comes to you as a complete thought, and reveals itself to you slowly.
Sometimes I think those philosophers are the ones taking the good drugs.
None the less, MY prophetic moment for today came while I was playing poppit! at Pogo.
I had wondered - for a long time - what made the "good times" good.
Suddenly, during a super-pop, it hit me.
While reflecting upon the thought, it occurred that what made the good times good was what was happening, whether with company or not.
What made the First Yogi Bear camp out so great was that it was the FIRST Yogi Bear camp out. All subsequent Yogi Bear camp outs paled in comparison except when we jumbled up the campers. What made the Salt Fork Camp out so great in 1979 was that it was the FIRST of it's nature. What made the Bean Story camp out so great wasn't my puking my guts out, but rather the circumstances that culminated to lead to it. All other deep woods camp outs paled by comparison.
What made the cousins campout memorable is that it had never been done before.
What made the pond expansion/yard make-over at Diana's so grand s that we were both newbies at that scale of construction.
What made the pool rebuild in 1983 so incredible was that I did it myself - ALONE.
The insane fun we had at the 2002 4th of July vacation/campout. Subsequent others certainly paled as well...
The trials of the job are at first, a thorn in the side - but then become the memories of a lifetime.
FIRSTS
SOMETHING NEW
These are what make the good times GREAT.
NOT the amount of alcohol consumed (As in the mis-fits campout; ANY Clar-Mar campout; or the wall-to wall cases of Miller in the back of Gary's truck for the Salt Fork camp out).
I wonder if it's even possible to imagine that there might still be something new to do that would make some memorable times....
Sometimes I think those philosophers are the ones taking the good drugs.
None the less, MY prophetic moment for today came while I was playing poppit! at Pogo.
I had wondered - for a long time - what made the "good times" good.
Suddenly, during a super-pop, it hit me.
While reflecting upon the thought, it occurred that what made the good times good was what was happening, whether with company or not.
What made the First Yogi Bear camp out so great was that it was the FIRST Yogi Bear camp out. All subsequent Yogi Bear camp outs paled in comparison except when we jumbled up the campers. What made the Salt Fork Camp out so great in 1979 was that it was the FIRST of it's nature. What made the Bean Story camp out so great wasn't my puking my guts out, but rather the circumstances that culminated to lead to it. All other deep woods camp outs paled by comparison.
What made the cousins campout memorable is that it had never been done before.
What made the pond expansion/yard make-over at Diana's so grand s that we were both newbies at that scale of construction.
What made the pool rebuild in 1983 so incredible was that I did it myself - ALONE.
The insane fun we had at the 2002 4th of July vacation/campout. Subsequent others certainly paled as well...
The trials of the job are at first, a thorn in the side - but then become the memories of a lifetime.
FIRSTS
SOMETHING NEW
These are what make the good times GREAT.
NOT the amount of alcohol consumed (As in the mis-fits campout; ANY Clar-Mar campout; or the wall-to wall cases of Miller in the back of Gary's truck for the Salt Fork camp out).
I wonder if it's even possible to imagine that there might still be something new to do that would make some memorable times....
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