My mother tried. It was Christmas of 1945 that my mother gave me a diary. I had no idea of what to do with the thing. It must have been a five-year diary as it only had about three lines to write on per day.

So I gave it a try for a couple of weeks. "Played with the dogs." "Snowed this afternoon." "Had a cold so I didn't go to school."

Then I quit. I really didn't have anything to say so it just laid the diary on the top of my dresser until my mother gave up and put it in the drawer. So here I am.

With no journal or dairy to work from, I have to make up dates and things in general as I go along. For instance, I have no idea what year it was my mother gave me the diary. So to make it sound authentic and dramatic, I made up a year. I figure that I'll hit it within a couple of years one way or another.

So today I went to the grocery store. I haven't had anything to eat for lunch for three days (it was really only two days but three makes it sound more dramatic) and I figured it was time to go.

I bought the usual tomato soup, several boxes of cereal, a pile of cheap frozen dinners, and a couple of containers of 1.75 quart ice cream. I figure if what I eat is good enough to keep a gerbil alive, it will probably keep me walking, talking, and typing for another week.

So I hit the checkout stand, the clerk rings it up, and there it is, almost $45.00 (it was really $40.32 but too many details get on my nerves).

After putting everything away, I stripped off my street clothes, ready for action. The first thing that hit my mind was checking out a Deepak Chopra book called "Life After Death," that I bought a couple of weeks ago at a thrift store down on Federal. For some reason I like these alternate religion books so I read The Life Beyond, a 21 page Memoir that begins the book. It had enough sci-fi and quantum stuff in it to keep my attention.

Later I watched the CBS Evening News with Katie Couric. Surprise, surprise, she was actually on the show tonight. With synergy piling up, what did Katie have but a long rendering on the large percentages of people who are ready to accept alternative spiritual beliefs, like those of Chopra. Then there were a few clips from the life of George Carlin who was also born in 1937. Sorry, George. It really makes me feel old to know I'm still in the running and you're forever gone. Nevertheless, even through I was never one of your habitual fans, I certainly knew who you were and really wanted to go see you in Denver when you were here a couple of months ago. That's what I get for putting things off.

I'm getting ready to watch the Mole. I narrowed it down to two on the first show. So far, they are both still on the show after the elimination of 1/3 of the mole searchers. I'm going to watch it tonight and, after four shows, if neither of my two people get eliminated, I give you molelamanics a bit of my wisdom being I watched the first two shows and am trying to get ten or fifteen bucks together to get the first show off ebay.

Well, that wasn't so bad for me. Happy June 23 rd. Hope it's good for you.