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Day One Hunred and Forty:  Well-Worth it Exhaustion

And a new sense of memory.  I contemplated today if I could have a memory issue due to the lack of remembering things that were key, or even remembering things that weren’t but remembering at all seems to be an issue lately.  The things I do remember are small details from the trip abroad, and yet I can’t remember if a friend returned a cd or not.  Toda however was full of those little memories, the things that we remember from things are different from eachother, and if we fit those memories together, and reconstruct them together, we get a full mosaic picture.

Spending the day at the Falls with some good new-old friends I’ve found myself killing my feet, running myself to exhaustion, and not caring really because we reconstructed and constructed a-new all ay.  We laughed, a lot, after I got wet so many times that it was uncanny.  And we laughed more at different people or things we said off-hand, and more so at things that didn’t happen or more people again.  We laughed at things that had happened in London or Scotland, or things that happened on tv shows.  We laughed about things we’d all experienced or just insgular experiences.  We laughed, because we love eachother, and we like to listen to eachother, often, and intently.  I love these ladies, because they love me for my stupid laughs and my stupid reactions to Dev’s dog and the way I scream when Niagara literally falls on top of me.

Derailing memories from the trip and then today is one of those lovely pass-times.  I remember Scotland weekend differently than Devra does and differently than Jenna does, so when we tell the story of Jenna’s birthday each of us have a different picture in our head that we put together.  When we go to tell Maya of our day in Niagara we will all tell it differently, from different places, and still have this beautiful, wonderful picture together.  IT’s such a unique happening with memories, that I really gets me going.

I love experiencing things with other people.  I love going and eating lunch alone, or having a coffee or watching a show, but after those times I tell people around me about it and it matters to them because it creates a new memory for them.  Maybe the meaning of life is memories, and cherishing and reliving and living them for them to be amazing.  Maybe the name of this blog should change to Jess trying to figure out the meaning of life.”  Maybe that’s what I should write my book about.

Today was special because it was so much fabulous that three people couldn’t even handle it while working together.  I got to actually see and touch the Falls, and I laughed, unbelievably hard, numerous times, while walking Dev’s fast pace from adventure to adventure.  I wouldn’t trade today for the world.  Thanks ladies, for making a memory with me.  Now I sound like Bon Jovi mid millennia and I hate myself for it.  But I do quite love making memories. 

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