My cousin, Dave, mentioned something on Facebook this weekend about looking up childhood homes using Google Street View and seeing them as they are today. I had never thought about doing this before, but I was all over it. The first thing I realized was that there were about five different homes I could look up, but the one I wanted to see first wasn’t even technically my home: it was my Grandma Ruth’s house. Of course, it wasn’t always just my Grandma Ruth’s house. It was also the house where my dad and two uncles grew up with Grandma and my Grandpa Glenn, who suddenly passed away when both he and I were relatively very young.
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memory…lost in the corners of my mind
A few weeks ago I realized that Ian’s Sunday afternoon swim class would be starting again soon. I couldn’t remember the exact date, except that I was positive it was sometime in the second half of July. Mental note to self: Look up swim class start date.
A couple of weeks ago I remembered that Ian’s Sunday afternoon swim class would be starting again soon. I also remembered that I had forgotten to look up the specific start date, except that I was positive it was sometime in the second half of July.
Last Sunday I thought again about how Ian’s Sunday afternoon swim class would be starting soon. And, I thought about how I really needed to look up the specific start date, though I was positive it was either this coming Sunday, July 17, or the following Sunday, July 24. Either way, I’m no fool and knew it was definitely time to move this little task up on the priority list, even if it did mean having to open the cabinet in my desk at home to pull out the piece of paper that would give me the answer I needed.