The NaBloPoMoquestion of the day is “Would you rather have a video copy of your dreams or a date book that contains the events of every day of your life?” Since the only kinds of dreams that I remember are the horrific kind where some faceless wonder is chasing me off a cliff, I obviously have to go with the date book.
In the likely event that my life will be long, I am envisioning boxes of date books with a few lines scrawled in my famous chicken scratch under every date. I did a load a laundry, wrote a blog, did the dishes, fed the kids, took a walk….you get the picture. Occasionally the book would be peppered with life’s little catastrophes that can be giggled over later and the life shattering moments that leave a person struggling to cope. It would feature accomplishments, drone on about disappointments, count the days until my husband comes home, and the celebrations that mark his arrival. It would tell my comings and goings highlighting when I actually decided to poke my nose out of my house and where I went when. It would also magically record my personality, so that the folks reading it could almost hear my giggles or see the grimace on my face. The date book would tell it all, highlighting each happening in minute detail.
It would be great to have such a date book for all those times I struggle to remember and for those moments when the powers that be want to know what I was doing on the night of March 7, 2012 at approximately 6:25 p.m. I wouldn’t have to be the one breaking a sweat and drawing a blank. I would whip out my handy dandy date book and know all until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
