Minute by Minute

Minute by minute I'm trying to slog through the day. I've even done a few productive things today and managed to eat a little. I'm trying to remember the good things. There were so many good things.

July 12

Ten years ago, I was happy. I was just another happy camper (literally) at OSRUI having a good time in Chalutzim and putting finishing touches on Yom Horim. I spent menuchah and a little time after lights out writing letters to my girlfriend. I guess it's funny that I don't particularly remember July, 12, 2000 as I had no reason to when it happened. Why should a random Wednesday at camp stick out particularly more than any other day, especially when I didn't know that I would want to remember that day.

In fact, the only thing I know to have happened on that day happened 500 miles away from Oconomowoc. And I didn't know until three days later.

Today, on the other hand, I'm a wreck.

Nomenclature dilemma

I was going to refer to H as LBG on my blog. LBG, standing for little blonde girl, a term by which she self identifies, would read too much like LBJ, not particularly one of her favorite former presidents. So, I'm trying to think of other options, because initials are silly.

In any event, I met her parents and her sister this weekend, which went rather better than when she met my parents. I think my brother would like her though, not that my parents don't, but they have a funny way of showing it. Not that I really care what my brother thinks.

Also, I confirmed I lost something of importance from my love today. I lost it a while ago but was living under the delusion that I would find it somewhere in my mess. I can no longer live under that illusion. I realize that stuff is stuff, and that memories are more important than stuff, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to hold on to what little stuff I have from her.