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pyatI had a rather miserable day on Tuesday. Heat wave, office nonsense, money worries and the like. Nothing particularly serious, but enough to put me off my game.
When Erin came to pick me up I was rather frustrated and snappy. Erin realized this and gave me some space and time to cool off. However, we’d previously agreed that I’d go grocery shopping after work and I decided to keep to this deal no matter how foul my mood was.
So, I trekked out in the heat with a suddenly malfunctioning car A/C, though it had just been “repaired” on Friday. I pulled into No Frills, the discount grocery store we’ve started going to in order to save money, and spent ten minutes trying to find a working cart. I banged my ankle in the process. My temper was bubbling up like the temperature – it was 33 C.
I started searching for the items on the list – and then a rather unusual thing happened. While I was reaching for a green pepper, I looked out the window at the storefronts along King Street and at the utterly clear blue sky above them. The grocery store is located about 1 km from the house where I spent the largest single chunk of my childhood, and perhaps the sudden realization of this proximity is sparked what happened next.
I had the sudden and very strong impression of being fourteen years old and reading a comic book – specifically, an X-Men comic from the “Fall of the Mutants” story-arc (from 1988, I think), the one where they meet the High Evolutionary in the Savage Land. In fact, I had in my mind the image of a particular panel – a giant flying wolf leaning his muzzle down to greet Storm of the X-Men. “The better for seeing you again,” the wolf tells Storm.
Now, let me state that I was not a big comic geek. I’m pretty sure that was the only X-Men comic I owned until much later in high school. Also, I should assure you that this was not some kind a hallucination – I did not actually think or feel I was sitting in a room reading a comic book. Some strange emotional response to the sight of the storefronts, to the experience of picking up a green pepper, to the relief of working air conditioning in the store… whatever… it triggered a powerful memory. And the memory, and the emotions related to it, banished my foul mood quite effectively.
When I left the store, I noticed only that it was a beautifully clear day, and that the Mountain was looking especially verdant. I thought about comic books, old friends, and the old neighbourhood. I went home and bounced Elizabeth on my stomach for a good 45 minutes, while listening to CDs. Both of us were quite happy.
The end.
When Erin came to pick me up I was rather frustrated and snappy. Erin realized this and gave me some space and time to cool off. However, we’d previously agreed that I’d go grocery shopping after work and I decided to keep to this deal no matter how foul my mood was.
So, I trekked out in the heat with a suddenly malfunctioning car A/C, though it had just been “repaired” on Friday. I pulled into No Frills, the discount grocery store we’ve started going to in order to save money, and spent ten minutes trying to find a working cart. I banged my ankle in the process. My temper was bubbling up like the temperature – it was 33 C.
I started searching for the items on the list – and then a rather unusual thing happened. While I was reaching for a green pepper, I looked out the window at the storefronts along King Street and at the utterly clear blue sky above them. The grocery store is located about 1 km from the house where I spent the largest single chunk of my childhood, and perhaps the sudden realization of this proximity is sparked what happened next.
I had the sudden and very strong impression of being fourteen years old and reading a comic book – specifically, an X-Men comic from the “Fall of the Mutants” story-arc (from 1988, I think), the one where they meet the High Evolutionary in the Savage Land. In fact, I had in my mind the image of a particular panel – a giant flying wolf leaning his muzzle down to greet Storm of the X-Men. “The better for seeing you again,” the wolf tells Storm.
Now, let me state that I was not a big comic geek. I’m pretty sure that was the only X-Men comic I owned until much later in high school. Also, I should assure you that this was not some kind a hallucination – I did not actually think or feel I was sitting in a room reading a comic book. Some strange emotional response to the sight of the storefronts, to the experience of picking up a green pepper, to the relief of working air conditioning in the store… whatever… it triggered a powerful memory. And the memory, and the emotions related to it, banished my foul mood quite effectively.
When I left the store, I noticed only that it was a beautifully clear day, and that the Mountain was looking especially verdant. I thought about comic books, old friends, and the old neighbourhood. I went home and bounced Elizabeth on my stomach for a good 45 minutes, while listening to CDs. Both of us were quite happy.
The end.
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Date: 2003-06-26 10:34 am (UTC)If you're interested in "re-entering" the comic book world, I highly suggest Marvel's new "Ultimate" lines (Ultimate X-Men, Ultimate Spider-Man, The Ultimates [Avengers], etc.) They realize a lot of people these days don't want to have to wade through 50+ years of comic boko history, so they've reset the clocks. It's all set present-day. The X-Men are still teens, Peter Parker's still in high school, and so on.
The storylines, while similar to the originals, are still quite different. I think you'd enjoy 'em. Pick up the Trade paperbacks if you get the chance.
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Date: 2003-06-26 10:42 am (UTC)Are you and
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Date: 2003-06-26 10:48 am (UTC)Things are a little bumpy right now, 'cause we start moving as of July 1st.
That and contacting Justin for details is a little tricky (my apartment is an oven, and he's long distance, and with no LD plan, I'm not sure my po' self can afford the call).
But yes. I'd love to.
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Date: 2003-06-26 11:24 am (UTC)Eight hours in a car with Justin would be... an experience. ;0)
I'm driving down with Brian, the bearded guy who sat in on your Baycon game.
...my apartment is an oven
Sounds like you need to go shopping for green peppers yourself.
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Date: 2003-06-26 11:58 am (UTC)Incidentally, I rather like going to get my groceries in the super market. There's something about the smells, the little sprinkler systems they have for the veggies, and all that. Probably reminds me of tagging along with parents and grandparents on grocery visits when I was a kid.
And I used to pick green peppers off my pizza. How times change. =)
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Date: 2003-06-26 06:49 pm (UTC)I feel like that every fall. :) I always want to go for a long trip.
And I used to pick green peppers off my pizza. How times change.
Now the pizza picks peppers off YOU!