“I’m sorry. This is diary, not enlightenment.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I woke up. There it was, the sun, shining through the bedroom window. The sky was even blue. I ran downstairs trailed by Gracie and Fern and opened the front door. The sun streamed through the glass and Fern got comfy on the rug in the heat of the sunlight. Gracie went into the yard, and I went onto the deck. There was a bit of a morning chill, but I didn’t care. We have sun, glorious sun.

One side of my den table is covered in sticky notes. A list of perennials for the garden fill one note. I chose flowers of varying heights because I particularly want some taller ones for the back. Another sticky has a small shopping list for today: bird seed, cat food and toilet paper. A third note is a reminder I need to go to CVS.  The last note has a list of authors I want to read and a few apps I want to download to my iPad. Sticky notes are my salvation.

When I was around twelve or thirteen, I got a diary as a Christmas present. The cover was pink vinyl and had a cartoonish teenage girl on the front talking on the phone. The diary came with a small gold key, but I really didn’t need to lock it. Little in there was ever something I wanted hidden. In my first few entries I mostly talked about school and drill (I was on a drill team) and what my friends and I were doing which wasn’t much. I did mention sneaking out of school at lunch time pretending I was going home to eat. I also admitted to my diary that I had lied. I arrived back to school late after lunch some days and told the nun I was with Father somebody or other. She always bought the lie.

I didn’t have enough teenage angst to fill my diary. I wrote about being angry with my mother or father, but that anger never lasted long. I wrote about what a jerk my brother was, but that was no revelation. Life for me was really pretty easy. I got tired of that diary after only a few months and stopped writing in it. I put it in my drawer and just left it there. It got covered with stuff, and I forgot all about it until we were moving to the Cape. I was clearing out my bureau where I found the diary and started reading. It was about the most boring thing I’d ever read.

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12 Comments on ““I’m sorry. This is diary, not enlightenment.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    All my diaries were like that. Well, except for the part about lying to the nuns because I didn’t have nuns to lie to. Just teachers and parents. 🙂
    I have a journal that I started a couple of months ago. So far I have written something every day. Sometimes I just doodle something. Sometimes I do some crazy thing like cut a strip of paper and knit a swatch out of it then glue it on the page for that day. I’m not sure what kind of journal this is.
    All my old diaries got thrown away long ago so I have not had to bore myself with them. Unfortunately, when I was a teenager I also wrote highly derivative and angsty poetry. I found them not too long ago and started reading. Cringe-making is an understatement. I stuffed them back where they had been hiding but I do think they should probably be given a more decent and permanent interment.

    The sun came out for a few minutes and then it went away again. Rocky and I had a nice walk while it was still out. I fed the birds and talked to my garage guy about some car repairs. That’s it for today.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I think it is a really neat journal. It isn’t just words. It is things, interesting things.

      I bought an album for one of my friends. It was made from the cover and some pages of Treasure Island. It has pockets for stuff and all kinds of neat spaces. I love it, and she will too as I know she writes.

      I figure Coffee gives me some space to write. It tends to be cheery as I started it when I was retired.

      I also wrote poetry, but I think I tossed it a long time ago. It oozed angst.

      I haven’t gotten out yet, but I’m about to get dressed and do my errands. That will be it for my day!

      Have a great day yourself!!

  2. Hedley Says:

    Diaries were a big time Christmas gift, we got gobs of them, I filled one or two out, they are in a box and generally unenlightening. “Jimmy Greaves scored a goal, I had breakfast and went to school” hardly the stuff of the Mass Observation Project.

    I thoroughly dislike the non elimination weeks. Caroline and Jennifer came wandering up the mountain, Phil look stern and then some random Swiss guy jumped on the girls. Helga was not at all enthusiastic about hugging racers after the rather stupid room cleaning. Having each won a 2015 Ford Mustang, I hope that Dave and Connor drop the namby pamby stuff about having been U turned. Lets go Team Brenchel, its yours to win

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      Every one I knew had a diary, and they, like me, stopped writing within a few months. Our lives were relatively boring.

      Caroline and Jennifer are way out of their league. The other teams are the only reason they are still in this. This is a damn race so Dave and Connor should have seen it as such. I laughed when one of them commented that the Cowboys should have been the ones u-turned, not them. That u-turn they had no problem with: namby pamby stuff is a perfect description.

      I was not a Rachel fan when she was on the Race before this. She was a whiner and a cryer, but during this race she has been a trooper. They are my favorite team. They don’t give away answers to other teams so they are made fun and ignored. Give me a break. This is for a million dollars.

      My friend called and left a message about how she hated Team Brenchel because they don’t help other teams and they go their own way. The cowboys are the same, but they don’t come under fire. I asked my friend why she didn’t hate the cowboys. She said they were nice. Please!

  3. olof1 Says:

    I did have some diaries and they were filled with much tghe same things as Yours, but like Caryn I never had to lie to a nun 🙂 Soo boring so I got surprised when I found my sister and one more person reading them. No big sekrets but still, so I burned them.

    Even warmer here today but it will change from toimorrow night and it will get colder and we’ll even have some rain they say. I’ve noticed that the ground is very dry so I guess I should be happy that some rain will fall.

    No sticky notes here but pots all over the kitchen. Seeds are starting to germinate and since it will be colder I must have tem indoors until it gets warmer again. It looks oike a tornado has passed my home 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Your sister violated your privacy, but I understand why you wouldn’t care. I didn’t care either as there was nothing bad to read.

      It got windy this afternoon and the sun disappeared again. It was in the low 50’s. We’ve had quite a bit of rain the last couple of weeks.

      I’m imagining what your kitchen must look like and it makes me chuckle. It is still too cold here for most plants. I took a look at some in the greenhouse at the plant store. It is always my downfall, a plant store!

      Have a great evening!

  4. flyboybob Says:

    I never thought that anything that happened in my childhood was worth writing down. Of course, now fifty years latter everything that happened back then seems worth writing about after thinking about them through the scratched and worn lens of time. Anyway diaries were considered for girls. What prepubescent boy wanted to do something that might be considered girly.

    Yesterday afternoon we got up to 90 degrees. Today only 85.

    • katry Says:

      Boys I knew kept journals, a manly word for a diary.

      We did kid stuff all the time and little did we realize that our kid stuff would fade so quickly and be replaced by video games and computers. We were an innocent generation, and I think that is well worth remembering. We played outside and we played games which didn’t need plugs and electricity.

      We got to 55˚ today.

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