Explanation Plus

I'm going to revise the previous "Mixing Seasons" story. I'd forgotten the experience, but recorded most of the details in my journal. As far as storytelling goes, I can probably improve it. I won't have time to revise today. We will have the pleasure of babysitting our grandson all day. 

I did chop off the small-print explanation from the previous post and pasted it below with an update:

In the fall of 1986, instead of writing in a regular book-like journal, I wrote on loose papers that I'd shoved, out of order, into a binder. The binder itself had words on it that I painted over with the blue self-portrait. The papers barely survived a basement flood when we lived in New York. Yesterday, I was tempted to throw away the whole mess. I wasn't sure I wanted to remember anything from that era. Instead, I forced myself to type it all up. I'm glad I did. When I was done, I cut out the self-portrait and threw away the rest. The background in the photo, behind the self-portait, is part of a large frisbee.