I remember... some stuff.

Haley, My nine year old, is always asking the most random questions. One time she asked me what I thought Mika, our mini pin pup, dreams about. My guess on that was bacon. The boy loves bacon treats.

Recently Haley asked me how people can possibly remember when they were little. She wanted to know if I did. I told her I remember blips of it. What I didn't tell her is that I am probably not the best to ask this question to. There's a possibility that I just don't want to remember a lot of it.

Actually, my first memory was sitting in the back seat of my parents car with my two brothers and my sister. My father was driving and my mother was riding shot gun. It's also the only time I ever saw my father drive. I guess he quit driving shortly after that.

I remember that the car was red and had a checkered interior. My parents were arguing. I don't remember anything I heard. Mostly I just remember that car. My guess is because of the red color and the checkered design.

When I grew up I told my mother about that memory. She was surprised.

“How in the world could you possibly remember that!” She said. “You were a tiny baby! You were only a couple months old!”

Then I was surprised. I had always thought I must have been at least three or four. I had told that story to quite a few people growing up and I always said I was about three or four years old.

I have quite a few memories of when I was two. That's when I cut all my hair off and my mother had a conniption fit. I didn't really see the problem with it, but she seemed to to think it was a major deal.

I remember sitting on my sisters back while she laid on the floor and I would brush her her hair. I have never been into doing hair and wasn't interested in it then either, as you can probably figure out by the fact that I didn't even see the point in having hair. I was a toddler and she's seven years older than me. For me, it was just a way to be able to hang out with her.

I can remember swimming in the back yard in one of those kiddie pools. My mom was sitting in a chair, reading a book, trying to get a tan. I was playing with a coffee can in the pool. I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that my mother was looking for something, until she snatched the can, which I had sunk to the bottom of the pool, away from me. She reached in and pulled out her watch.

“My Watch! It's probably ruined now!”


My brother, who was the oldest of us four kids and eight years older than me, would spread out in that pool leaving the rest of us to share half a pool. My other brother, who was only two years older than me, taught me that splashing water in his face would solve that problem. He couldn't stand it.

“Aw... don't leave mad.”

I remember my oldest brother had a cat named Max. He was a mean cat. Max preferred to stay outside most the time. He even hung out in the sewers. Not long ago I was talking to my brother and mentioned that cat.

“You remember Max!” He said. “You were like a baby then!”

“Hey, if you remember a cat, do you remember around that same time your sister (He always address's our family as if he too isn't related to them.) got up in the middle of the night and said someone was in the house? She said they tried to take her.”

“Um, no. Holy crap! Seriously?”

“Yeah, the cops came and everything! You don't remember any of that?”


“They had dogs and was searching the neighborhood. You don't remember that?”

“No, I don't remember any of that. What happened?”

“They didn't find anyone. How can you not remember that?”

“I don't know.”

“Dang... but you remember a cat, huh?”

So you see why I might not have been the best person for Haley to have asked this question.


January tried to take me down

Just let me dust off my keyboard real quick.

I started a project before the holidays. My calculations said that I would be done well before the holidays hit. That didn't happen. Before I knew it I was juggling both.

Why can't the holidays be more spread out? Every month is a holiday! I use to think it was a nice distraction from the gloom of winter, but that only works til January 1'st.

After the holidays, hence January 1'st, you're back to every day routine. You notice the cold more. You know you are looking at, in the least, three months of bare trees, gray skies, achy bones, horrific allergies, and cold. If anything is causing you stress, it will be doubled, maybe even tripled, during the month of January.

I was exhausted by the time Christmas was over. The week between Christmas and New Years, not much of anything got done, which unfortunately gave me more time to catch up on social media, because, you know, January ain't hard enough.

My faith in humanity plummeted.

Maybe if I would have stayed away from the comment sections...

January was a loss. I was physically and mentally exhausted. I trudged through the things that had to be done and put off anything else that could wait. January was taking me down.

Then I remembered something I had read a long time ago, that what we feed our brains can have a profound effect on us. How I felt was a perfect example of that. I started cleaning up my social feed and e-mail. I had been meaning to do that anyway and kept putting it off. I knew it was going to be time consuming since it hadn't been done since my youngest was a baby. She's nine now.

It took a little while, but I started feeling better. There's so much wrong in this world, but there is so much good still too. There has to be a balance to what we fill our minds with. All negative, all the time, every day, will take it's toll.

It also helped that this year has been oddly warm. People are out doing yard work that usually isn't done until spring. Our temperatures are matching those from the warmer states. Some days we have even been warmer. Although possibly not a good thing, it's sure making this winter more bearable for everyone.

The thing about that, though. I have a lot to catch up on. I ain't even done with that project I was working on. I was supposed to have at least three more months before any outdoor stuff happened. That's one good thing about winter, there's hardly any outdoor work. But even so, I kinda like skipping winter this year.

I want to cook out here in the next few days. That way I can say I barbecued in February. In Ohio!

I know. It don't take much with me.

It's the small things, though.