Friday, January 13, 2012

Memories...

This morning, I remember being outside, smiling at a thought in my head, and saying to myself, "I should write a blog post about that."  I remember that I was on the sidewalk going into my building after biking over to work.  I remember that I was still wearing my helmet -- sometimes I take it off right after getting off my bike, but that I was carrying the little reflector straps I wear around my ankles, and they were in my left hand.  I remember that the sidewalk was gray and in shadow, although the sun was already up.  I remember a patch of gray snow in the gutter by the sidewalk.  I remember all these things.

I just can't remember what I wanted to write about.  

I know it would have been a good post, an interesting and entertaining post -- after all, it made me smile -- but it's gone now.  Totally gone.

And while we're speaking of biking into work, and things I do and don't remember, yesterday I was passed on my bike a few blocks away from campus by a guy wearing beige pants and a jacket.  It was cold, and the sun was not yet up, and he didn't seem to be wearing enough windbreaker material to be riding a bike fast through all that.  He looked to be about my age-ish, with a square jaw and light brown hair.  As he passed me, and I turned my head to see who was biking past me in the cold, he smiled and said, "Hello, Jessica." 

And I smiled warmly and said, "Oh, hello!"

And then as he biked away, I wondered to myself, "who the heck was that, and how does he know my name?"  

And then I caught up with him at a stop light, and in fact followed him all the way to campus, where we parked our bikes in the very same bike lot (which I always park in, by the way), and he turned cheerily to me and said, "Looks like we were going the same place!"  

And I smiled and nodded and turned away quickly and tried to figure out who that guy could be and where I would have met him.  

And I still have no idea.  

There is no point to this story, which makes writing a scintillating conclusion a little awkward.  I do hope you aren't too disappointed that I forgot my original good idea to blog about.  Maybe it will come back and I will write about it later.  Meanwhile, I would like to say that those people who have a good memory for names and faces?  They really disturb the rest of us.  (Who was that guy?)

1 comment:

Letterpress said...

I hate it when I see people out of context. Like the soccer mom at the doctor's office. Or the dental hygienist at a garage sale. They seem to know me and I'm sure I look like an idiot, staring at them, trying to remember how they know me and I haven't a clue about them.