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May 23, 2001
Yesterday Cheryl finished scanning the photos for me. Until I saw the index, I had no idea that I'd
given her over 40 pictures. I sent most of them to Mike a while back with
the instructions that he should become the keeper of the past. I had no idea at that time
that I'd do this journal thing, so lucky for everybody! Imagine a site with
double the photos?!
I've begun adding them to the "journal" pages (which is a misnomer since it's more of a mish-mash of memories than a factual, daily account).
It's also turning into a bit more of the kind of "hokey", sentimental thing I swore I'd avoid. I may take off
that cover photo of Laurie and I; perhaps "Memories" playing in the background is a bit much, too. When I
put them up last night, they seemed just the right touch, especially the words to Streisand's "Way We Were". It is
the laughter I remember.
Actually, I'm thinking that this is really a modern-day time-capsule kind of thing, something
that you hope might be discovered centuries from now (considering how embarrassing it is in the present tense).
Now, isn't it strange that I should write that, since I've just spent two months and who knows how many hours of "bubble" time
putting this thing where everybody and their dog can see it (for translation purposes "the bubble" is the office...you know! the plastic bubble vs the real world?)
Well, I've exposed my entire life to the elements so far, so why stop now. I'm putting up the next set of photos as the result of
a bet I lost. I should have known; I've never won a single bet I've ever made...but I would
have bet you a whole Canadian looney (all .60 cents of it) that he wouldn't put up the
poetry he said was so "bad". HA!
I haven't got a photo of the red velvet dress so the red velvet autumn picture is a
"I-still-sing-Summertime" replacement. I absolutely loved Barra da Navidad, so I
don't feel too bad about that picture (just remembering the heat and the beach before
the tourists found it, and it's raining in Ott today). It's
amazing how a few years can change your perception of what's "awful" and what's "not as bad
as I thought it might be".
"On the Balcony" .... "Barra da Navidad"
And there we are, frozen in time ... and all at the click of a camera. I look
at the old photos of my family and wonder what the next motion was, what was said, who laughed.....after the shutter clicked
and the moment was finished.
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