“Do you suffer from long-term memory loss?I don't remember...”
Actually I do remember… sorta. Though I’ll never personally remember all of what happened on April 1, 1999, I have enough accounts from my friends and hospital bills to tell me what happened. A more recent disconnect happened this past week.
If it’s Monday, even if I don’t have much to repeat, it’s recap day.
When your nearest internet connection goes out and you work has an anti-blogging on the job policy (well, it asks for limited personal use of your computer and blogging certainly pushes the envelope) there’s only so much you can do. This entry will be short but I already have a number of entries ready to just point and click publish so this next week should go smoother.
If I was looking for irony, this is where we’d insert the ominous thunder. As I pause to listen all I can hear is “Bell Bottom Blues” by Eric Clapton playing on the radio behind the library checkout desk. That song may be many things, included dated and sappy, but that’s not ominous. Only time will tell is Clapton conspires to mess with my posting this week.
Other than repeating the postcard exchange offer offer I didn’t do much last week. Still, we’re going to go through the motions anyway.
Last Monday, January 9, I reviewed the eclectic collection of pre-recorded and disconnected updates about reaching Wyoming in five pieces, counting luggage.
On Friday the 13th I announced the end to my consecutive posting that I’d started back on October 23. The final tally was left at 79.
Saturday I began a two part series on talking to the animals. The first part explored the next programming chapter that I’m sure will follow in this craze.
Sunday I concluded my meditation on what animals are trying to tell us by recounting my own conversations with canines.
To come: I’m ready to start dishing out my first impressions about leaving Missouri and moving to Wyoming. For real this time… I hope.
