colorado vacation

july 10th, 2006
mountain time
manitou springs, CO (colorado springs)
el colorado motel

i'll never be in this room again.
probably. #24, back bedroom. it has two cedar lined closets, two single beds, a ranch oak desk, and other old southwest furniture.
i am in bed. ruby rosetta is in the other bed, now asleep after our long chat before bed. we talked about money, our love for technology (she is currently campaigning for a white macbook), and plans for our trips this summer. we're on vacation with grandma & grandpa Pittman, going thru Colorado and probably to New Mexico. This is a trip they've taken often. I've only been once, except that we went thru Denver and Estes Park rather than Colorado Springs. We didn't travel much when I was a child, and they did so more after I had moved out, with Kirstin. Next, Ruby and I will go to Florida, via Memphis (uncle Jones), Birmingham (Jennifer & Richard Winters), Orlando (Chris & Lisa Donohue), and Vero Beach (my sister Kirstin).

today Ruby and I also talked about journals. she has a diary, tho she hasn't written in it on this trip. I had found it in her luggage, tucked away in a pocket. I asked her if she want to write in it. She said no, probably because she is having so much fun! Journals are for struggles and complaints, right? Ruby Rosetta told me that she had peeked at my journals when we were are Brooks on Preston. "I couldn't understand it since I didn't know the words when I was six," she explained, one of her hands demonstrating cursive writing.

after that I thought about how I have not been keeping a journal, and all my initial thoughts and impressions has slipped away in to the days. I thought, "a day without a journal is a missing building block for your life." without a journal entry, there is no way to go back to a previous thought or way of thinking. there is no way to criticize it, or see your own insight, and improve upon it. with a journal, learning about oneself is more consistent and deep.

it is late. i am tired, after travelling to 14,000 ft. on Pike's Peek. we were all a little dizzy and tired at the top!