I was clearing out some files on my laptop when I came across two short movies AJB and I made on a plane. I looked at the date and couldn’t remember where we’d gone October 2007. I looked back in the October 2007 blog entries and found one: New York. I was there two days and only wrote one short entry. On that trip, I remember AJB and I went to the big Park Ave. Apple Store and strolled Central Park on a brisk Autumn day. It was a beautiful day. I even took lots of pictures. We also went to the Empire State Building and stayed in a lovely hotel overlooking lower Park Ave. Why didn’t I write about any of that?

Perhaps because I’m constantly thinking about cataloging my life in this blog, sometimes I think I do, but don’t. Which bothers me.

So why am I obsessed with cataloging my life? It’s not that I have to mark down every insignificant detail, but I love looking back and remembering where I was at a certain time, who I was with, and what I was doing…especially my travels; which I’ve done a lot of in the last four years. It’s all mostly for me. While I enjoy sharing it all with my friends, loved ones, and the occasional random passersby, the major reason behind it all is that I do it for myself. I know that there will come a day, when I’m old and gray…I’ll put on my 3-inch thick glasses (or maybe by then, they’ll have eye replacement surgery perfected), read through the archives, smile, and think to myself, “I had a pretty great life.”

Yesterday: Still in Florida. I woke up with the same headache I’ve been fighting for three days. I lounged around most of the morning, but eventually got ready and went down to the hotel restaurant for lunch. AJB met me and at first, we thought about going to the convention, but we were both tired and opted for an afternoon nap. AJB and I went to another industry event and ate finger foods. I had a Jack and Coke, which miraculously cured my 3 day headache. AJB chit chatted with colleagues and caught up with old friends. I did what I do best in these situations: I smiled, laughed at everyone’s jokes, and made the occasional witty comment. I later watched on as Dave Cobb once again evoked the magical magics of technology and won an iPhone from the company raffle. Don’t ask me how he does it. He has powers. We ended the night with NBC’s Thursday night Must See TV lineup and went to bed.

Today: In the morning, I was a whole bushel of sour apples. I was in a foul mood; one to rival the foulest of moods and one for the books. AJB went to the convention one last time and left me to sleep-in well passed noon. When he came back, ashamed of my rancid behavior, I apologized profusely and we went downstairs for lunch. We’d had the ambition of visiting Universal Studios for a few hours, but found out the park was closing early. We opted for Downtown Disney and took in a movie. We saw Bolt, which was as delightful as I thought it would be. A languid walk about the shops in the cold Florida night air, and dinner at Wolfgang Pucks; for lack of a better option. AJB showed me around (as he does) and reminisced about the days he spent working on some of the area’s finer amusements. Waxing nostalgic like Doc Brown who said, “Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far the eye could see. Old man Peabody owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees. Back to the hotel and packing early – which is a new experience for us. Since we didn’t get out to Universal today, we’re gonna try and hit it before we fly home tomorrow. 4 years with AJB and I have yet to see anything he’s worked on. We’ll see how it goes.

I’m glad to be going home. I miss my kitties. On Thursday, we’re flying out to Chicago for Thanksgiving. This is a crazy month. I’m loving it.