Michael Reynolds just celebrated a year in the blogosphere. But he forgot the date.
Trust me, I sympathize…
I have never been any good at keeping track of dates. Every single year for 26 years I’ve missed the day my wife and I celebrate as our anniversary. July 1st, by the way, I know that. She forgets it, too. It’s not the day we got married (neither of us has a clue about that) it’s the day we met. Approximately. We’re not sure.
I keep track of my kid’s birthdays and my wife’s birthday. That is the limit for me. (And, honestly, the kids pester me about it year-round, so it’d be hard not to remember.) Nephews, nieces, siblings, parents, no idea. Mother’s day, father’s day, no clue. I just don’t do dates. They don’t mean anything to me.
I’ve lived an unusually fractured life. I attended 12 different schools — and I dropped out after 10th grade. Three colleges, dropped out of all three. I’ve lived in California, Florida, DC, Tennessee, Texas, Iowa, Minnesota, Maryland, Massachussetts, Virginia, Maine, Illinois and North Carolina. Also France and, briefly, Portugal. And multiple locations in each of those states: six cities in California, three in France, five in Florida, four in Virginia. Often I live in more than one place within cities. I had three different apartments in Crockett, California. I’m on my second house in Chapel Hill, and I’ve been here just under three years. Three places in Minneapolis, two in Fouras, France, three in Ocean City, Maryland.
PS – By the way…if you haven’t seen Michael’s video intro to the centrist-blogosphere, do watch it.