12.13.06
Being the first
So here it is, the documented proof of life. I can’t guarantee that we will be here daily, but I can guarantee that what you see here will be somewhere between the truth and disbelief, a mixture of emotion and cold documentation. It will be a record of our exploits, a statement of our emotional earnings and one day a wonderful reflection on our lives, loves, kids, pets and other people’s gymnastic children.
So, here we go then…
This is not my first time writing either online or offline but it is for Nicole. However I gave her some sage advice that i will relate here. The key to having an online journal or blog that is worth reading either for you or for others is to write things while you experience them and while the emotion of the event, whatever it is, is still with you. Like I said to her, it is the same as eating 3 day old leftovers, they never quite taste the same as they did or as good as they can. There is something irresistably real about writing on the day “it” happens, something that only the very best published writers can recreate at a time in the future.
For example, the small things that I will forget about today make it real for me and whoever reads this but will be flat and contrived if I try to rebuild the memories next week. I am sure by then that I will have forgotten that I was on the treadmill at 530 this morning but that caused me to drink too much coffee and by 10am I was bouncing off the walls. Of course it is a thousand degrees in the office so I am sweating bullets while trying to get all my stuff done in preparation for going away. I still haven’t done the VPN for Scarborough or Compass yet and have the wireless and computer room projects hanging over my head like the Sword of Demacles. But not to worry because in the optimist style I asked G if I could take Friday off… Hahaha.
I still need to do Christmas shopping for the relatives here and for Gordon and have a laundry list of stuff to get done to ensure BK is fit to look after the house without setting off the alarm every day. And I don’t even have any wedding stuff to take care of since I finished the Boarding Passes… I can only imagine how stressed Nicole is right now.
Simon