Day-15: Another Hidden Post

Last time I fell behind with my blog posts I published something but didn't share it on Facebook. I quickly typed something about St. Paddy's Day, published it and moved on. I'm thinking that this is how this post will end up, being published but not really promoted.

This "publish and move on" thing is not because I'm being lazy or embarrassed about what I type. I take pride in what I publish, no matter how short or silly it seems there is thought and effort behind it. I don't mind promoting fluff, not everything I publish will be meaningful, or insightful, or spiritual. I just think that multiple posts in a row is too much.

I started this post on Day-15, but I was behind on Day-14 so Day-15 never was finished. It is now Day-19 (Sunday) and Day-15 was Wednesday, so I'm having a little trouble singling that day out. It's interesting how somethings may run together and others do no. I don't recall anything too specific about 4 days ago, but other details are so crystal clear in my mind. I remember things that happen with friends or people go as far back as 4-years old. I can recall events that happened with people and then when I bring up a "remember when" story about the event, people often have no memory of the event.  I've been accused of making things up before.

I know I'm going to be one of those senior citizens who cannot remember if I did or did not wipe myself, I'll forget what I had for breakfast by lunch and the days of the week will be meaningless - but I'll know who was on my little league team from the 6th grade. I'll know who I sat next to in class for most of 2nd grade. I'll recall my elementary school teachers by name and I'll know the words to the theme songs to all the cartoons of my youth.

Sadly, most of the things that are etched into my mind are not of the utmost importance. I still know the phone number to my 2nd grade best friend's parent's home, but no matter how many times I look it up, "affect" and "effect" still mess with me.  I remember the combination to my locker, for my senior year of high school, 26-18-10, but I do not remember what the locker number was. Not all the details I remember are significant or sentimental. I remember that growing up the local grocery store's deli counter always had that sweet miracle whip cheddar cheese dip with Ritz Crackers for sample, but don't recall the date I got engaged to my wife. One might argue that the dip holds something of my youth, but it doesn't. It is just something I remember. Like conversation I had in middle school, or games of kickball or soccer played in elementary school. It's just stuff that my brain chose to keep over things like the capital of all 50 states or the atomic numbers off the Periodic Table of Elements.

I'm not sure if any of this means anything, but I'm assuming that Wednesday was just a good day.

Started it at 198 LBS.