regrets

ok, so...over the past 2 weeks I have worked tirelessly on an epic birthday gift....I compiled the photos Andrew took on his TransAm bike journey in 2009 with his blog entries and when the blog entries petered out I added in Ernst's personal; journal entries from the time he joined the ride in D-ville until the finish in Yorktown. The written record helped me to organize the photos and produce a book with 115 pages and 363 photographs. The whole 'publish a book' started with the youngest child. I had produced a scrapbook when Andrew turned 21 and when Stephan graduated high school ( for him as well as his friends). For Cayle, I had missed the high school milestone, and scrambled to get an on-line book published using the MixBook templates. Fast forward to my trip with grandma to Cleveland for a family baby shower. I took lots of pictures of my mother and her sister and her niece and her grandson Jason who she never gets to see. I again scrambled to put together The Book Of Grandma as a tribute for Mother's Day/Birthday. This book included such milestones as our wedding, the birth/lives of her grandchildren and extended family on her side as well as her move to Danville. While I was in the book-making mood, I put together a travel memory book of the trip to London I took with Cayle in 2010, and then went on to make a travel book of my trip to Italy with Ernst in October. All of these scrapbooks were made easier by the availability of written records/emails/notes/calendars. Fast forward to this very day, whereupon I am trying to piece together the trip I took to visit Andrew in Austria in 2010. Like the London trip, the Italy trip and the TransAm trip, the Austria/Switzerland trip photos were never printed out. They exist only in cyberspace, unlabeled as to people, places or things. And so I got this bright idea- I would check back to my blog for April 2010 for the exact itinerary. Ha! Only three days were recorded and one of those was the day I left home rather than the day I arrived. I blogged on Easter Sunday, yet failed to name all of those present in the photos.....and I blogged the day we walked 9 miles to see the grave of James Joyce in Zurich. My last best hope is that I typed out a tentative itinerary and sent it to Andrew and somehow still have the email in a sent file. Bottom, line... the purpose of having a blog was to be able to reference things I can no longer remember.....at least I am blogging on this very day to chastise myself for failing to blog.... heavy sigh.