In the proposal post I lamented the fact that the only picture I could find of Leslie and me in Maine was one that some passer-by had take of us on the rocky coast line. I found only one other picture and it was of a lighthouse.
Later that day, a friend of mine from Wisconsin emailed me and said...Isn't that picture on the shore of Lake Michigan from when you came to visit us? I was like...SONOFA!!!
I remember thinking, how could I possibly not have ANY of those pictures? The only picture I DID have was a damned picture of Lake Michigan. (Not in Maine for those of you who are geographically challenged).
Last night I promised Leslie's mother that I would look into how to log into my home computer as a guest (Windows 8 makes you login. It's stupid). I couldn't remember how I set it up, so I told her I was going to have to run through it so I could explain it. She wanted to be able to log in and see Lauren's (Leslie's younger sister) commencement.
I was in the process of setting it up when Emma came to stand beside me. We were chatting about her homework when she picked a box of pictures up from the desk near my elbow and asked me what it was.
"Pictures," I said, dismissively.
"This says 'Maine'," she replied.
"What? Let me see that!" I grabbed for the box, and she handed it to me and backed away as if from a serpent. I rolled my eyes at her.
When I started writing these posts I'd gotten the Maine pictures out and put them on the desk. I knew I'd be writing about the proposal. I got all organized. That was my mistake. By getting organized I hosed myself. I looked absolutely everywhere in the house I could think of for those damned pictures...except on the desk where I write blog posts. Because what the fuck would it be doing THERE?
Short term memory loss is a bear, folks.
Returning to the story soon...