Many years ago, back in the 1950's in fact, my uncle Bryn who lived four door up the street gave me my first diary. I used to go to his house a lot, he'd let me play in his garden, look at his medals (which I still have) and even let me look at his stuffed owl (which I wanted but never got) That started my love hate with diaries.
You see while I still always buy one every year and start off well intentioned the entries peter out by about January the fifth. Yet this blog in a way is sort of like a diary, but I've kept this up for years. Yes ok there is a difference, theres photos, me having a rant, me having a moan, me having a whinge... but thats a lot like a diary. January third had row with Blinky Patterson from form three and thumped him because he pinched my sweets, thats the sort of stuff we put in a diary, that and the cats birthday.
Looking back now I can sort of see why it didn't work, A I never had much spare time as a child/ young adult to "waste" writing and B my hand writing is terrible, that comes from having to write longhand dictation, yes write out longhand at the speed someone talks, try it sometime, your writing will soon be crap, I had four years of it.
That was probably why even now I hate writing stuff out by hand. But what I did like about a diary was the ability to look back at a slice of time. Being able to see and remember the day, once you read it the day comes to life, you remember the weather, where you wrote that page, even how you felt at the time, the good and the bad. Thats what the blog sort of has in common.
I can and often do look back at the older entries here. I read the stuff I wrote ages ago and it brings back that day, what I was thinking when I wrote it, how happy or pissed off I was, that sort of thing. And I like seeing the good times agains, less so seeing the bad times but thats all part of lifes rich tapestry as Arthur Marshall once said.
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