I thought that, maybe, I had imported one of my old entries that would have covered Memorial Day of 1999. Nope. I didn’t actually start writing on OD until a few months later.
The impetus was watching the kinda nasty weather here in the Beltway Swamp.
I remember being at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront with friends, one of whom had posted something on Facebook last night.
It was cold.
Search around to see what the date of Memorial Day was in 1999; May 31.
It’d been warm during the day, but rain had moved in, and we were shivering, looking for restaurants where the underage amongst the group could get in. (Yes, I was underage, myself, but my ID said I was four years older than I was because the clerk at the DMV in Biloxi read my “9” as a “5.” I wrote my numbers like a European. It’s like I grew up there or something..)
But this Memorial Day isn’t as late as it was in 1999. Even through I’m 200 miles north, the weather is remarkably similar.
If I was healthy enough, though it looks like the rain is pretty much finished, I think my experience would be similar. I doubt if those old shorts are around they’d fit. And there’s no way I’d be able to keep top-siders on my feet.
So, back to the subject, I do want to pound things out. I need to sample through the writing prompts I got as a birthday present, and set some of those up for use later this year.
Do I do my summer streak?
I probably shouldn’t do that.
Do I write on. my trip next month? Mmmm. Consideration.
I don’t know where I stumbled across this, but I’ve been watching more than is probably appropriate.
Also following along with the Iran news.
That last bit has me thinking about military folks. I should go see my dad; maybe when it warms up, and the crowds have subsided. But walking ANC isn’t something I think I can do, either.