I'm trying to think of how to start. I want to blog about time, and about memory, and about how time affects memory and memory affects time. And how you can't really trust either one. But you can't not trust them either. 

I've always had an excellent memory for things that happened. Or at least I have an excellent memory of my own version of what happened. And I have  a very bad memory for day to day things. Like did I cut off the coffee maker? Did I pack my yoga clothes? Did I ever eat lunch? 

The earliest memory that I can pinpoint exactly is when my brother was born. I was two and a half, and I remember going to the hospital with my father and my grandparents to pick him and my mother up. He was born in December, and there was snow and ice everywhere. I fell down in the parkinglot and got wet from the slush, so I had to wait in the car with one of my grandparents while everyone else went inside. I still remember the terrible disappointment, and my tights hanging on the steeringwheel to dry. Apparently I pitched a fit and they reconsidered  - the next thing I remember is seeing my mother far off down at the end of a long hallway, sitting in a chair, holding my brother wrapped in a blanket.

It seems like an awfully detailed memory for someone who was two and a half. Maybe it's not really what happened. I also have a vivid memory of  being in our old GTO with my mother and my brother, and following a witch into the tunnel that crossed into town. The witch was wearing a tall pointy black hat and driving a miniature red convertible.  Another time I remember standing in our pasture, looking up at a very very tall blue woman who was wearing a huge wide brimmed hat like a rice picker in China. 

So, who knows. That's what I'd like to write about. What's memory, what's imagined, what was a dream, and how do we ever know the difference?

The really funny thing is that I'm listening to my iPod as I write. I have over 1100 songs on my iPod, and it's on shuffle. As soon as I started this, my first entry,  the first song it plays is "Time." The Tori Amos version, not the Tom Waits version which is the original and who I was hearing in my head and quoting with the title of my blog - Time Time Time- but close enough. Must be a sign.