I can’t remember how it began, but Chuck and I were discussing something recently and couldn’t remember exactly when it had happened. (Gail’s move to Georgia? One of our trips to Seattle?) I tried searching iCal, but it was long enough ago that we weren’t using it as consistently as we do now. I began to look in iPhoto, but then I thought to search Pink Granite. I used the little search box in the upper left hand corner of the page and poof, we had the answer. That was when the penny dropped and I realized this blog was, in many ways, a chronicle or a diary of our lives.
So I randomly scrolled through a month and found things which surprised me. As “Miss Memory” I don’t like to be surprised! For example, in March of 2007 we helped a driver get his pick up truck unstuck. As I read the brief post, the fog cleared and I could remember the event. But if you had asked me to recall it without the aid of that post, I would have been as stuck as that driver had been!
Similarly, when I went back to link to “Team Carrie” yesterday, I read that post and the follow up notes appended to other posts. Apparently I am much better at “pulling the shade” than I knew. Remembering the scariness of that day and some of the medical ups and downs which happened in the next couple of weeks left me filled up. When I think back on it, I tend to focus on Carrie’s smiling face in Recovery and in her room at the hospital. And of course I remember the camaraderie of all of us wearing the “Team Carrie” signs on lanyards as we waited for news.
I never kept a diary when I was a kid. (Well, there were a couple of attempts, but I was always afraid my mother would find it, so I didn’t bother!) Turns out, I have a very public one now. And it’s becoming, quite literally, an aide-mémoire.