 June Buzz
Recently I was on a vacation
in California and since my husband and I
hadn’t done the beautiful “coast
drive” in years we decided to go for
it and visit many places we were nostalgic
for. Well, I know I’m getting older,
so of course my memory is spotty, but I think
I might have filled in those spotty areas
with better memories. Anyway, I’ve
decided that some memories are just better
off as, just that, great memories and you’d
be better off if you don’t try to re-live
them because you might be disappointed!
It was hilarious. Here we
are driving in Big Sur, one of my favorite
places on the planet, and we happen to pull
into an Inn which we stayed at a few times
many years ago and loved. When we first pulled
in I said maybe we shouldn't stay the night
as we were trying to get to San Francisco,
but my husband said let's just stay. Of course
he knows me too well… I would have
been bitchin for weeks afterwards that we
had the opportunity but we were rushed as
always and missed it. So we booked a room.
We got a “cute” room that was
very much like a bunkhouse or a camp (except
unlike camping you pay a lot of money for
this “rustic” experience). I
am telling you the bathroom was so tiny (or
maybe we were so much "smaller" 25
years ago)…it was a very tight squeeze.
We took a nice, long walk in the woods behind
us and waited for the magical experience
from years past. Something was missing. I
couldn't put my finger on it. Well, the last
time we were there was a very long time ago
so I guess we were in a different mindset
- the only thing we were taking to “alter
our state” was cholesterol pills and
an occasional martini. I noticed that
there seem to be a lot of older "hippies" or
people our age but still dressing in tie-dyes
and sporting long hair. I asked my husband
if it was my imagination or were there a
lot more “young people” around
this place in the old days and he filled
me in that the young people who wanted a
camping experience could go down the road
to the campground for 25 bucks…remember
we pay “big” for this experience.
I really got to thinking
about a lot of things that seem so different
now that I’m older. When I go home
and visit places I played as a kid they seem
so much smaller than I remember. The pond
we skated on used to seem gigantic and I
now I realize it’s the size of a puddle.
In the woods we used to play in there was "the
big hole", which is more of a little
ditch. The town fair they held every year
was "huge", it is in fact only
a few rides, some lemonade and cotton candy
if you’re lucky.
I guess what I’m saying
is that some things are best left to our
memories and in those certain cases where
those memories start to fade, remember, you
can always just re-work them to create even
better ones. Why not give it a try?
BUZZ
Peggy Burns
Queen Bee
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