A diesel truck went by just now as I was walking my morning walk, I'm not in love with the smell of burnt diesel, but the smell took me back to MB Sproat lake div. shop. I worked there many years, I've got many very good memories there, so many different guys I worked with flood's my mind, many are gone now. Still good memories though.
It's interesting how the smells, sounds, as well as something you see can take you back in your mind to a time past, right to the moment. I'm not sure why it triggers the memory, but often in my case it's a good memory. Maybe I'm just fortunate to have many good memories, or maybe that just how it works?
A friend I sat and had lunch with Felix was just one of many friends. I spent many lunches learning from him as we talked during lunch. I watched him come to work beat before he started working, he was building a house off Kitsuksis Rd, on Holly Street, was going to be a huge challet, and a huge challenge. He would come in right on time to start, all coverd in rock dust, partially shaved, looking beat. He worked the night, then went home to Qualicum, slept, got up ate, and came back to his property to continue drilling by hand to make a pattern in the rock to blast for the foundation.
I remember this time well, I thought he was courageous for taking on such a big project, and I also thought he took on too much.
Every day I'd get a bit of the report about his day, and see his body become so tired. I learned I didn't want to live like that. I always believed I need to live as well as work, I worked to live, not live to work. OT was not my desire. I believed I could make a life on my wages, I didn't need or want to work extra to get ahead.
Felix did complete his house, but in doing so his life came apart, his family left, and he had much pain during this time, he was a good friend, I helped him when he was very down, he was really broken at the time. I started by just getting him groceries, he was in real bad shape, he had broken his leg hiking. He came for dinner, we had him for Christmas, and he never forgot. He was loyal, a very good friend.
He came back to live again, and life got better, he had a girlfriend, they went dancing, his life became better again, but he lost alot in building that house.
Felix got a huge fortune when his parents passed, he bought a nice home in Nanoose, and all seemed good for him, then some unforseen disease got him, he died suddenly, I'm not sure now exactly what happened, but he died young, too young. In his 60s I think, was sad to learn this, too much work, and not enough enjoyment I think, but each to their own.
I think of him often, and this time a truck passing by brought me back to that time, eating lunch, and listening to Felix talk. Was a very good time in my life!
I'm very happy to have this trigger that sends me back to a time that's deep in my memory, a happy time that I like to remember.
I'm not sure how this works, the trigger, but I'm very happy I have it, I think we all do, we just have to pay attention to it, and enjoy the moment. I don't always take the time to really enjoy it, or write about it, but this time I did. Felix has been in my mind for awhile for some reason, I'm not sure why, but I couldn't have asked for a better friend, that I know.
I guess I'm just missing him.
I'll pay a little more attention now to the memories triggered as they come in the future, like a good dream 😄 Writing about it helps me understand a bit better.
Sunday today, Polly has a chance to win big at the casino, she got and entry to win $1000 if she's there today before 2pm, could win. She's taking me there for lunch 😁👍 lucky me.
Our friends are coming to town, Americo & Claudette, we will meet there maybe, be nice to see them again, and plan our next time we will spend together, at their house, maybe a dance! Making more memories! I'm sure will be fun, always is with them.
Love this life, giving us time to reflect ♥️🤗
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