Today I worked through another box of stuff that has been for no apparent reason, stood in the middle of the living room.
I found lots of old stuff in it.
That’s a calendar of pics taken at the second cybermummy. I’m in the dinosaur bloggers pic the diary below it starts in ’96, and comes to a rather abrupt halt in March ’98. Reading it was enlightening, it definitely feels as though it’s written for an audience, but I don’t really know who. I am considering stealing some of it for fiction – seems too good to waste to be honest. I’ve kept diaries on and off all my life – I suspect the biggest gap was actually between the end of that one, and the start of the blog.
It’s my java certified programmer badge. I was very proud of that badge. And getting it got me a job. Which was quite useful, really.
So there you go. That was my day in pictures – wandering through pieces of my past. I’ve kept the badge. And the diary. And the calendar. (And also a sketch book with pictures that aren’t good enough to share, but are good enough to remind me that maybe I could learn to draw if I tried. Wonder what I did with that youtube series of lessons…)