While trying to figure out what to write today, I remembered that my mom once told me that when she had a journal (or dairy, depending on how old she was at the time) it was boring; filled with what the weather was like that day.
Today, it's been sprinkling on and off, but it's not too cold, to me.
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My Dad made a notebook of all the letters Mom had written to him after she moved away when they were in high school. Most of them went something like this:
Dearest Joe,
I miss you terribly. Tonight we had fried chicken. Shirley made the mashed potatoes and Ann made squash. It was warm today so I couldn't wear my new red sweater. It was my turn to wash dishes after dinner and then I was tired. I had three pages of math homework. I hope to see you soon.
A whole notebook of weather, food, homework and outfits. After the third or fourth letter it gets to be quite funny.
I've been keeping a journal since I was 12. No weather in it at all. However, to read it you'd think I'm the most freaking miserable person on the face of the planet, since I mostly used to write when I was miserable. There's a lot of adolescent angst in those pages.
Geewits -- That's wonderful.
Jazz -- When I kept a journal, mostly during college, it was a bunch of stream of consciousness type rambling angst. Really awful to read.
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