Dear Diary

My job for these last days of 2011: write 21 days’ worth of diary entries. I have to write all these now because I stopped writing altogether on December 12th when a sudden piece of illness popped up in the family and, looking back, I think I just didn’t want to make it any ‘realer’ by writing about it.

The details were just that scary, even for an old Premature Burial fan like me. For those of you too young to remember, Premature Burial was a horror movie about these poor people who everyone THOUGHT were dead  – until exhumation revealed that (a) they were alive alive-o the whole time and (b) they had scratched the daylights out of the inside of their coffin lids.)

Then I didn’t want to write the next day since the details were even scarier,  or the day after that either.

Finally I figured I’d wait until all was resolved and I could set down this scary event alongside other, sunnier events, like the day’s harvest of eavesdropping or the funny insults Old Dave and I had traded during the last car ride.

Anyway, the illness did resolve thank the lord but then it was Christmas and you know how that whole thing is.

You’d think for a daily blogger a 21-day journaling marathon would be easy – and it should be. 

But then I remember what I have learned from reading my mother’s diaries, begun in 1916, and my grandfather’s, begun in 1888. (I know huh? Hard to believe a babe like me can have close kin born so very long ago. In my mind my mom was like 60 when I was born. (In reality she was 41.)

She was irreverent, and funny, and yelled “Gad!” in exasperation six times a day. Pretty colorful in other words. Yet most of her 40 or more diaries aren’t good reading at all.  An entry reading “Went to Mass” just doesn’t cut it, any more than my grandfather’s characteristic entry, “Went to town. Retired at 9:00”  does.

Their most interesting entries? The ones where they’re describing unattractive behaviors in family members. But really even these aren’t so good because in both cases they’re mad as they’re writing them. Or aggrieved. Or fizzing with self-pity. And in all those cases they’re the ones exhibiting unattractive behaviors and I sure don’t want to do that.

I’ll have to get back to you once I get rolling on this. In the meantime maybe you have some ideas. 21 days’ worth of overheard dialogue? The latest knock-knock jokes. Lists of current TV shows? I am OPEN to suggestion here!

My Diary This Year (not really, ha ha)

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4 thoughts on “Dear Diary

  1. Well, you could figure out the definition of “is,” and email Bill as soon as you’ve got it. Seriously, I look forward to all your writings, and I admire your dedication to your work.

    1. and I appreciate your perennial wit Joan..
      I AM dedicated to my work. I have one talent besides remembering everything a person tells me even when they have forgotten most of it and this is it. Showing up every day and offering a story ..

  2. Here is a current joke from the “My John Said” family joke book uttered during the time frame you mention.
    Driving by the Museum of our National Heritage, I noticed the sign said ‘Scottish Rite Masonic Temple and Museum.” So I asked John, “What do you think that means? And my John said: “They do it with bagpipes.”

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