The memory of memory

Summer of 2010 here already. I went on a fishing trip again yesterday. The first ever trip took place last year. Now it's memory already. Then I remember the year before last year, I went crazy on an apartment hunting trip, which ended badly. The drama happened at every turn of event and I gave up on the studio I found at very last minute, literally. Summer 2007 was non-eventful, probably... 2006, 2005...
For several years, a box of movie DVDs were mailed to me every year. I like almost every one of them and it awake a lot of memory. It stopped coming several years ago, and the memory it awoke has become memory of memory quietly. Now what I do is to remember how I thought about the memory...
Maybe when I try to write a book about all this, it should be titled "Memory of Memory". We tend to forget. Not because it seems useless or even hurting to remember, but that is just how we are. I choose to remember silently, and I will try hard.

Fishing for the whole weekend

We went out fishing for the whole weekend. I got a little sunburn. Summer is finally here. I just could not wait to go out. We caught only some small fish. Last year we did deep-sea fishing. There was a boat to take us to ocean for several hours. We caught lot of blue fish and fluke. It was fun last year. This year we started with fresh-water, a reservoir nearby. But we were not very lucky.
Summer is here. I can feel it.