I had written a little about the organic produce yesterday, but in my haste to leave for work I lost the post somewhere in the ether. Trust me, it was a terrific piece of writing. Insightful and entertaining. It's gone now. I'll write about the produce again another time. Summer's coming, and I have lots to say.
Today I happened to be looking over a bookshelf in my room and noticed a bunch of writing journals. My esperanto workbook was the first one I picked up. Wow, I thought as I sounded out some of the words, I have pretty good handwriting when I make an effort. The next book I picked up was a simple black canvas-bound journal, my travel diary. I brought this book with me when I took my solo trip to Europe (thanks Liz!), I figured it would be more expressive than a camera in my hands. I suppose that much was probably true. I opened it up.
Iris Murdoch's Jake Donahue commented that it's always interesting to look over one's old writing: "It so rarely fails to impress." Instantly I was transported. I flipped through the handwritten pages quickly, reading about ten of them before I forced myself to put the book aside. An idea crept slowly into my head as I descended the stairs to the living room and tossed the diary into my backpack. I think it might be time to start another blog.