When I’m feeling blue (no pun intended) or out of sorts, I often find myself looking through old pictures. I don’t know why exactly, but it calms me. Since my memory is so good, I can almost feel what I felt when the photo was taken in the first place.
Take this photo. We were at Kings Dominion. It was about 5 years ago… Reed will be 11 next week and you can see how little he was here. This was the first season that the Blues Clues house was there. The lines were long. Really, really long. And yet, for Reed, we waited.
He was so happy to be there. To sit in the chair and check the mail and see Blue. But I remember when he came out, he told me that ‘that wasn’t Steve.’ He wasn’t upset, really. It was matter-of-fact. And he was right. It wasn’t Steve.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him it wasn’t really Blue either.
So Blue has a friend named Magenta. I love the color magenta.
Did you know the dye for this deep purplish red color was discovered in 1859, the year of the battle of Magenta in which the French and Sardinian forces under Napoleon III defeated the Austrians under Francis Joseph I?
But I do know that I took an intense memory test yesterday where I had to memorize three sets of 30 words with different activities in between to test what I remembered after each interval. It was for a research project that Davis is doing for his long-term science project.
I only remember a subset of those words 24 hours later: