A picture is worth a thousand words...

I was looking through my cell phone for something earlier and I inadvertently hit a few wrong sequences and ended up in my pictures.

I actually had to sit down and just look through them for a few minutes. It became less about what the picture was actually of and more about what day it was when I took each picture.

A picture of Buddy, our black lab of 14 years, 2 months before we would have to put him to sleep.

A picture of my whiteboard in my hospital room when I had my skin graft surgery, last fall. My nurses name was Brian and I had recorded I had peed 200 cc. I am so comfortable on Joseph B, I did alot of things myself - including recording a few of my stats.

A picture of a bear in the forest. Also in my hospital room. Mental to note to find that for my aunt. She loved to peer into that picture when she would visit and I remember thinking at the time I would get that for her someday.

Mark sleeping on the sofa on Super Bowl Sunday - 2008. DURING the game.

A picture of my dear friend Julie playing the Ukulele at the Bon Fire Friday the 13th in March. She actually plays looking at the music. Quite talented!

A picture of our cat sitting on the windowsill looking into the house from outside. It was one of the bigger snow storms this past winter and he was watching us like it was his own television.

There are more but I digress!

I think pictures are a great part of our lives. It reminds you where you have been and the shapes of that particular moment. In other ways, it reminds you just how far you have come!

I posted awhile back about how songs can do the same thing. Sometimes a song is SO not about the song, but what place it takes you back to when you hear it. It makes me think we kind of live in a world that is a virtual sticky note. The simplest item, song or picture is what it is at any moment in time. But our mind has latched onto it in one form or another, only to present it back to us some time much later.

Why can't my mind attach my pin number to something, or my home phone number that I NEVER call. Why must I stand with a vacant stare on my face when posed the question, "What's yer home phone?" Why doesn't my PIN number just flood into my mind when I see the bank? Instead, I wonder "why they bricked up that one window there on the North side....that looks goofy." This enters my mind every time I drive by! No PIN in sight.

So many deep questions!

With such total recall on a wide variety of things, I sometimes cannot remember even driving home from work. Goofy I tell ya. Just plain Goofy. ;-)