As it happens, it is not outside the realm of possibility that I can answer the question, not because I have a memory like Marilu Henner, or the Poppy Montgomery character in "Unforgettable." Nor is it because today commemorates a landmark event in history about which we all remark, "I remember exactly where I was when..." JFK was shot, Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, or the Twin Towers fell, for example. No, it is because for several of the years in my distant past I kept a journal, or more accurately a very abbreviated set of notations logging my activities, necessarily very brief in nature, because I kept this log in a vest-pocket "Scully" day planner, a booklet a mere 2.75" x 4.375" in size, each pair of pages representing a week, one day on each quarter page with a monthly calendar in the remaining quarter page.
I went to the bureau drawer where these mostly-neglected booklets lie undisturbed most of the time. I pulled out the one with "1992" embossed in modest gold numbers on the front cover and turned to August 27. Are you ready for the excitement? Here goes!
"27 Thursday Fished briefly. Rained all day. Read mostly. Bill Mauldin's The Brass Ring."Not much, but it tells me more than you see. "Fishing" tells me we were at our lake place, and "briefly" tells me I fished from the pier, not from the boat. "Rained all day" evokes the sound of the rainfall on the screened porch roof, under which I was sitting as I "read mostly." The notation of author's name and title tells me that I finished the book, for that is how I signalled completion.
"28 Friday Left Secrist 8:45- arr Tipton 10:25 Green beans! Tomatoes! Squash. Picked. Canned applesauce, green beans. Supper @ Shack.100 minutes to make the 85 mile drive. Immediately into the garden to harvest produce, then to the kitchen for processing and canning. Went out to Pizza Shack. Probably had the salad bar, blue cheese dressing (this would have been before I figured out that that was what was giving me heartburn, not the spaghetti or pizza) and the spaghetti.
Without more quotes, we spent all day Saturday canning. Sunday went to church, played nine holes of golf, and had a visit from son and d.i.l with their five month-old daughter in the evening. Monday mowed mother's yard and our yard, had a round of golf in which, highly unusual, my score was one stroke better than was the spouse's! Made apple butter and finished Michener's The Novel.
You get the idea. I have many of these booklets, covering several years, but I have not done this for a long time now. Not living a life of "quiet desperation" either then or now.
It's a great life! I just don't "recall" it as well as I once did.