Why, in my journals, do I insist on putting date and time,
rain or shine?
When reading back these things, I
don’t even glance at the date.
What’s the next journal on the
timeline?
Shoot, it’s only May. It’s still
1975 and I’m still at Luther College in Regina.
A lot of complaining, decent writing and what seems to be clear and intelligent though definitely teenage thought, and plenty of playfulness.
That playfulness is still around.
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| My mission, which I have chosen to accept. |
I’ll work my way through the
second journal over the next four days off. Most of it isn’t interesting; after
all, been there, done that. But I find myself laughing out loud
fairly often. Guffawing. Recognizing. Remembering. Gladly farewelling.
And anticipating burning, with some
glee.
It’s gorgeous fall weather and Bev
has invited us to Kuroki for a bonfire, but Scott is combining and we can
commit to nought.
So fun to look back at things we wrote in the past or to compare last year to this. Your post reminds me to look at some of mine. :)
ReplyDeleteThey're worth a look. Pearls of wisdom are, in my case, few and far between, but kind of fun to search for.
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