Porthole

Will you remember me?

30DBC: Start your blog with these words: “Five years from now...”

Five years from now ... will you remember me?

Five years ago I was in Japan. I could tell you where (Okayama? Beppu? Fukuoka?) but I'm feeling too lazy to dig out my journal and check. 10 Years ago? Not sure. I traveled a bit in 2010, so maybe Costa Rica; my journal knows. 15 years ago I was homeless and penniless in Kansas ... yeah my journal recorded that too.

20 years ago I was sitting in a new-to-me vintage house. I didn't journal. I didn't realize how bad things were going to get.

50 years ago I had a broken arm ... or was about to break it. One of the best events of my senior year in high-school! I got out of swimming but kept book for the baseball team. We were champions.

This year would be a big reunion ... if it's scheduled and not cancelled. I haven't received word.

Five years from now isn't promised to anyone, especially those of us old enough to remember 50 years ago.

Five years from now ... will you remember me?


Those silly "20 Questions" on facebook:

1. Something people hate to find on their windshield? the neighbor's puppy.
2. Something a man might buy before going on date? the neighbor's puppy.
3. Something you cook in the microwave? the neighbor's puppy.

Signed,

The Neighbor's Cat.

What's 'back to normal'? I commented to something Nikola~Thankful asked:

"I wish I had family and friends to hug. My family lives nowhere close and friends? Ah ... that's an essay. Can we bring back the 1980s or 90s. I used to have lots of friends. Now? I look forward to travel, meeting new people, eating interesting food. For me movement = life, and sitting at home is like sleep, a 'little death'."

My flash for the day:

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In Paradise (294 words) [177.6]  (18+) 300 words flash fiction. Prompts: eyes, shelf, pencil #2216776 by Kåre เลียม Enga

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