Riggerjack wrote:Yeah, while experiencing dirt, sweat, and pain, it's hard to imagine looking back fondly. But most of my best memories feature at least one of those.
So very true. Memories derive from intense experiences, and I don't mean playing Grand Theft Auto or sitting on the porch. DH and I talk about certain things to this day; some of them aren't "good" memories, but they evoke a time and place that can't be recreated. A few random and trivial examples:
1. One of our worst breakfasts ever was in a small E WA cafe. I ordered a veggie omelet, and shortly afterward the waitress came back and asked if I wanted veggies with it.
When the omelet arrived, the eggs were horribly undercooked. I brought this to the waitress' attention, and she snatched the plate with profuse apologies. She returned a few minutes later with the same omelet, which had been microwaved to death along with the hash browns, toast and ketchup.
We still laugh about that and remember it more vividly than all the good meals.
2. Driving a forest road that no one (including the Forest Service) told us had been closed on the far end. The road became progressively worse, but the deterioration was gradual enough that we pressed forward for hours instead of turning back. When we inched across a treacherous washout and were literally 100 YARDS from the intersection with a through road, we encountered a combat-level tank trap. No way we could go back over that washout. We spent over an hour digging dirt and rocks to fill the trap in enough to traverse. Don't tell the Forest Service.
3. Pretty much every 'dirt, sweat and pain' project we've ever done. Some were brutally difficult, some were scary and all were memorable. These are the building blocks of our satisfaction with life.
*Edit: I recognize that #1 is very trivial, and I'm not suggesting that eating a horrible meal is necessary to life satisfaction.
It's just an example of something that isn't fun at the time but becomes a colorful memory.