Barbara J. Hamby

How About a Tracer of Lost Memories?

One of the benefits of aging is that you can watch the same movies or TV shows several times and not remember how they end. That’s what I was doing earlier this evening instead of writing something for this blog. I watched a re-run of Without a Trace. There was a radio program years ago called, Mr. Keene, Tracer of Lost Persons. I definitely don’t remember much about it, other than the name and the premise that was similar to Without a Trace, I believe.

So far in the summer schedule I have found nothing worth watching. But I live in hope. I watched a bit of the Rose Festival Parade this morning. I do enjoy the One More Time Around band, especially. The floats are always lovely, also.

My daughter came over for a chilly swim this afternoon. It rained on us before we got out of the pool. But we love the water, and we had a nice chat.

Most of the day I read ezines and excerpts from books on the web. I also answered some emails. In between other activities, I keep attempting to make my computers follow my instructions. So far, I haven’t been too successful. But, that’s nothing new.