“I find only sadness and melancholy when I wade through the past, even when revisiting good memories. The past is gone; I can neither grasp it nor reshape it. Therefore, I must force my eyes to look toward the future where my mortal powers thrive.” ―
The fourth date was on Thursday night. We met at a wine bar called Aura. He remembered that this is the same place we had our second date 5 years ago. At that time the place was called Gnarly Vine.
He remembers everything about the few dates that we had 5 years ago. He remembers where we went, what I said, etc. I don’t remember anything, but as he shares what he remembers, bits and pieces come back to me.
It is crazy that I totally blocked out any memory of dates with him. I remember liking him, and that is it. My lack of memory of the past it is probably a combination of covid mental fogginess plus selective memory. No sense in dwelling in the past.
We agreed to stop talking about the past and focus on the present. We are happy that we are getting a do-over.
If he doesn’t have to drive his daughter back to college tomorrow, Sunday, I will be going to his house for homemade pizza. I am looking forward to seeing his home. One can tell a lot from how a person lives. Fingers crossed that she is able to get a ride.
“. . .Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them.”
While I was waiting for my latest piece (a bird) to dry, I decided to do a picture frame. It was going to be a gift for my brother, but then came the flowers and the butterfly. And instead of grout I used glitter, tons of glitter. It is hard to see the glitter in the picture. It is no longer for my brother 🙂