I bought a copy of John Porcellino's King Cat Classix, a large compilation of King Kat Comics, at the University of Minnesota Bookstore's Bargain books section. What a great find. I read it while expressing breast milk at work. I have my own little room at the library and for the past 10 months I have been going there three times a day for my pump break. Sometimes I talk on the phone with friends or family, but usually I read. I read all of the Parents and Fitness magazines that a previous mother left in the room and when they ran out, I read a couple books and every once in a while I would go to the periodicals room and find a random magazine. On an off note, there is a professor next door to this room who once told me to keep it down when I was on the phone. It was pretty embarrassing. He knocked on the door and when I tidied myself and went to the door he said, "I can hear every word you are saying." I happened to be talking about foot corns. Anyway, John Porcellino makes me sad. Sad that I didn't make some sort of document of my own life. I want to remember all those little things that I will surely forget or have already forgotten. I feel like time is just flying by and sometimes I can't remember if certain memories actually happened, or if I dreamt them. King Cat comics vary between remembering little moments in time and documentation of dreams. Now that I'm older with a baby, do I have the time to begin documenting some of the things that I'm afraid of forgetting? My mother passed away 11 years ago! It seems like it was yesterday. I could write an entire book about my mom. But if I don't start now...
