As mom and I were making turkey sandwiches today, she said that when I got older, I wouldn't remember this moment. She said I wouldn't remember a lot of moments like those, brief, quiet, and seemingly insignificant. She said she couldn't remember a lot of her younger years. I said I would. I know that the things I journal became cemented in my mind. Even if I do forget these moments, as I am bound to, I can dig them out from the cobwebs of my mind by going back here, to this simple place of text where my black and white pensive restores the small moments I've misplaced in my memory. I've found that it's often easier for me to write out the little things. Holidays, like Thanksgiving, take so much effort to recount and it's often a few days before I really have the moment to sit down and write about the day and by then, the account is useless; it's lost the things I really felt and thought and becomes nothing but a...a newspaper story, stating the facts and sequence of events. But for the sake of remembering the traditions and how things were, I will struggle to write those things down and meanwhile remember happily that last night mom and I were slugs, vegging on the couch watching old favorites and eating left-over pie. And that later that night my boyfriend came over and snuggled with me on the couch through another movie, and that night we went to bed like children, poking and tickling and laughing. Today I got on the roof of my house for the first time. Mom and I bought fake trees to put on the ledge over the entrance way so dad and I were up there, putting them together and fluffing out the branches. Mom had a fit every time I went near the ledge. Dad lamented putting holes through the stucco walls, but decided there was no other way to hang greenery, so he hammered up nails for us and we put greenery over the front windows. It's a start. And now I'm supposed to be writing more pages of my play...it's tiresome. I've come to notice how good I am at editing the old stuff, and how lousy I am at writing new. Well, if I must, I must. PS-Mom's making fettuccini tonight and I am ridiculously excited about this. Carrie