My Rosemary had lovely handwriting and through the years she had several diaries. One of them was about her first trip to Mexico in 1967. It has lots of detail on all the places she went. But it ends in June so there is not mention of me meeting her around 15 December.
One of the tragedies of life is that when you become curious to ask a question, the person who can answer it is dead. I never did find out how it was that when I saw her from the back with her lovely straight blonde hair, wearing a dark blue miniskirt that showed off her lovely legs what it was that I told her. Did I touch her shoulder? I have no memory of the event.
The diary in this blog is one that I am now going to use to organize my life. In my terrible handwriting and printing I will put my shopping lists, my blog ideas and important phone numbers.
I am going to Mexico City (CDMX) in December for a project which I will elaborate in another blog. All my contacts will be in this agenda that was Rosemary’s. It feels right and appropriate.
How was I to know in January 2006 that my blog would become a sort of “Dear Diary”? So much of it is a record of my 52 years with Rosemary. I figured that it represented 63% of my life.
Perhaps my inspiration to write my blog came from finding a book in 1967 in Buenos Aires. It was Dag Hammarskjöld’s Markings. This diary was found inside his desk after he died. There is not one day that I don’t take the book our from my library or at the very least remember something from it.
