that's my very first license plate... and still is
much to everyone's chagrin
because it's the saddest looking license plate in our house
my sister snorkles because Nissa, in one of her knowledges proclaims how wonderful an Ontario license plate is (compared to the state where she resides for 3/3 of the year) because of our motto:
Ontario Keep it Beautiful (which is so obviously old that you infrequently see them on the road these days)
ok... so it's old and worn
and i can't morally travel on the 407 anymore
but at least i can remember it
which in turn has lead me to my copious collection of tiny notebooks which i have discovered during the autopsy of my "work room"
i admit i have a bad memory -- long term, short term, winter, spring, summer or fall term -- it's bad
i'm the only mother who encouraged her children to write on their hands because i do it all the time myself (at least i'm not a hypocrite!)
sometimes, obviously, i used to write in tiny notebooks. the kind you get at the dollar store -- 4/$1.00.
many times, obviously, i used to misplace them, because i have found about 30 of them, in varying stages of completeness, with notes in them dating back several years.
i have been glancing through them, as i rip out the pages to be recycled... they are quite interesting some of them -- some are quite funny, and some contain precious memories that nobody else would understand.
like the little red one that contained pages and pages of license plate numbers
reminding me of how my kids, when a lot younger, used to play at being spies and sneak along our road in the evenings recording the plates of those who were unfortunate to be parked in their view.
i admit it, i don't have a good memory, in fact, it's rather a bad memory, but that's what palm pilots and notebooks are for. hands are good for milk and bread reminders, but for memories like these, they never last.
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