Real Written Word

Lifeguard training started today, so I am dog tired.  We swam a lot, pretended to drown, and did general lifeguard stuff.  It was intense.  But all in preparation for the children.
Today, I am planning a trip Up North with Sam at the end of June.  It is hard.  Really, we should have planned it long ago, as we are now searching for hotels.  And we have very specific dates of hotel-stay; we are campers by nature.  For some strange reason, there is no campground on Mackinac Island.  The confuses me greatly, but whatever I suppose.

And I sit and stare at my journal.  It is a fancy Moleskine which I like okay.  My favorite journal was my last one, a black affair that said “Notes” on the front.  It was normal.  Moleskine seems to scream at other people “I am Fancy!  Look at my MOLESKINE?  Hey, Elmore Leonard, did you see I’m writing in a MOLESKINE?

What is the point?

I do like the ribbon and the band.  It is obviously popular for a reason, so poking fun is not needed.  But the last entry?  May 1st.  Two sentences.  Before that?  March 3rd.  Journalling is hard work, I guess.  I do enjoy it, but I wonder why I seem to forget about it so often.  I have filled one journal in my day, a feat I found impressive.  The damn things just seem to float around for days sometimes without my spying it.  But there are things my head would like to put on paper or keyboard that I’m not willing to put here.

They are thoughts that don’t belong here for the world to be bored by, ideas I don’t want taken from my mental coinpurse, and general stress relief.

So, journalling.  Should I not update here with witty observations, I shall keep the written word ongoing in my own handwriting.  Which is also hard.  Handwriting has become a lost skill.  I find myself forgetting the way to write letters.  I spent five minutes trying a cursive “J” the other day.  It kept coming out as an ampersand.

This is somewhat odd as I do write many letters and cards to people.  These are rarely creative endeavors.  My grandparents aren’t interested in visual imagery, just how the family is.  So that is that.

ALSO:  Should you find yourself interested in minutae of Sam and Mine’s life, we have a blogarino:  It updates rarely now, but come Baby Time, it will rock.

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