In my last visit to Mama Knight's house in Houston, I took away a few more boxes of personal possessions I had left when I first moved out a few years ago, in which I discovered a blank book that I had long forgotten I even possessed. I had gotten it about ten years ago to assist me in the writing assignments that we'd had as part of our therapy in the mental hospital I spent a week in, in 2012 when I suffered from what I later discovered to be Scrupulosity.
It was a book just like the two or three I remember using to write all of my stories about the Rodchester family in the faraway Arctic country of Frostenia and all as a pre-teen. Even after getting out of the hospital, I had intended to continue using this one book for various writings I might do as an adult now, but I guess I did not use it much after that. For, just now looking back through it last night, there were only about ten pages of writing total: several recalling comforting verses in Scripture, and then (naturally, being Sarah's Knight
) a few recollecting with fondness the pretty ladies I had recently met and developed some degree of romantic affection for over the past few years, 2008 to 2013.
Well, judging by the way I had written my thoughts about said ladies, I can see a difference between then and now. Not on romantic preferences, exactly, but in how I address them, I suppose. Thus last night, I decided, why let the two new Lady Knights who had come and gone in my life
since 2013 go without written memoir? Their names were Marina and Erin. Erin being, as you know, starting from early 2020 to October of last year, the lady at my workplace whom I about fell head over heels for (she is still doing well, thankfully, it seems, especially being married now as of a few months ago, since we still chat while working on the same shift every now and again). ^-^ So there you go, Green Book; after almost ten years I found use for you again.
Also, ...
of course I had written this on the inside cover when I first bought it ->