Such a lovely day! It is 72° and sunny. Last night it rained for a bit, little enough the dogs didn’t mind. I didn’t hear the rain. It was only Nala’s wet coat which let me know. This has been a slow morning. My TV keeps losing the Wi-Fi network, and it constantly buffers. I spent a while trying to figure out how to fix it. I was all over the place following suggestions. I hope I found the answer. If I haven’t, you’ll hear me screaming, even a few obscenities.

I just don’t want to do anything today, but I have to go out. My trunk already has some trash, and I need to add more then I’ll be off to the dump. I have no bread and Jack needs canned food. That means a stop at the grocery store. I’m not happy, but each is necessary. I miss my morning toast and Jack loves his canned food.

I have moments that fill my memory drawers. Some I could label surprises, happenings I didn’t expect or imagine. Others had always been wishes, some even expectations. I have images, pictures saved in their own drawers. They make me smile. They help me remember.

I think every Christmas of my childhood is in those drawers. I don’t remember ever being disappointed. I remember when I got my bike. I took it out on Christmas morning. We have a picture of me standing with it by the steps. My grin is almost too wide for the picture. I remember my first transistor radio. I can still see it in my mind’s eye. One Christmas, when I was maybe ten, I got this great new outfit of a skirt and fluffy sweater. I also got a gold medallion on a gold chain. I put everything on as soon as I opened it. I wore it to church that Christmas morning. I wanted everyone to notice. So many more Christmases are crammed into those drawers. Some are from when I was older. One of my favorites is my first Christmas in Ghana. I thought being away from home at Christmas would be the worst. It wasn’t.

My dad drove up Mount Washington. I remember looking over the side at how far up we were. I remember taking pause and being nervous when a car driving by our car on the inside of the road passed us. I remember how cold it was on top of the mountain. The hairpin turn on the Mohawk Trail was amazing. I kept looking out the back window to see where we’d been. The Eisenhower Locks are in one memory drawer. I watched as a ship went through. Later, the Panama Canal reminded me of that lock. My own travels fill drawer after drawer. First was Africa. I never thought I’d travel to Africa. I hold on so tightly to those years, to all the memories. I did Europe. That seemed a rite of passage for my generation. You had to include a backpack.

I have to stop here or I’ll go on forever.

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