My pap-pa used to have a book where he recorded about everything. The first snow of the year, the day the garden was planted, how much rain in any given month — it was all hand written in a book. Those pesky neighbors do it too. The last day they saw a hummingbird on their feeders and every other notable thing you might think of.
The delivery is different, but the basic principle is the same.
On whatifitdid.com, I do the same thing. The first snow of the year, when the crops were planted and harvested, and the day of the year when the pool was opened and closed… among a bajillion other non-earth shattering events over the years. When younger, I didn’t even think, much less care, about those sorts of things. Now, I do think and care — and that means I’m officially old as dirt.
I started thinking about it for 2 reasons… (1) Yesterday’s post about closing dates on the barndo, and (2) items that were given to me after Buster’s passing.
The missing baby book.
One of the things returned — that I forgot I even had — was Ben’s baby book. While I will never forget the day he was born, it was fun to jump in the way-back machine and read about the baby shower, the people that visited and sent gifts, and more. Seeing the photos again? WOW!
If I didn’t feel old knowing I had turned into my pap-pa by recording insignificant stuff, I sure do after taking the trip down baby Ben lane.
For the record… when I was pregnant, there was still a K-Mart in Scottsburg where I would buy Snickers candy bars by the 6 pack. By the time I got home, 1/2 of those would already be gone. I gained over 100 pounds and Ben was only about 12 pounds of that (11p 4.5oz). Both of us were fat fat back then. 🙂
Now you know: In 2002, a cave diver committed suicide by stabbing himself during a cave diving trip near Split, Croatia. Due to the nature of his death, it was initially investigated as a homicide, but it was later revealed that he had done it while lost in the underwater cave to avoid the pain of drowning.