A Daytimer
The other afternoon at the shop? My promoter and coordinator pulled out a classical “Daytimer,” in attractive leather. Sparked deep-seated memories for me.
“I’m only available one Tuesday in May and one Tuesday in June.”
I explained a schedule point.
“If I don’t write it down, I’ll forget it.”
True dat.
However, in our digital age, when a phone remembers so much of what we do? Location, time, listening into the conversations? Seeing an actual “Daytimer” brought back a flood of memories.
I had one more than four decades back. I spent lavishly at the time for that real leather binder, then filled it with the outlined pages. Names, addresses, phone numbers, a calendar of events, the months ahead, what was going on, and when. Who. Action lists, activities. Appointments.
As a sidebar note? Those action lists only work if one uses them.
A Daytimer
That “Daytimer” was a last gasp, desperate attempt at imposing order on a chaotic life.
Many years distant, I tired several other ways to keep track of dates, times, appointments, and so forth. As I’ve basically been self-employed since before college? I need a way to keep track of who, what, and when. Where, too.
Eventually, an electronic calendar fulfilled all my needs.
Like Sir Occam? The simplest answer is sometimes the right answer.
A Daytimer
But that “Warm Leatherette” Daytimer brought back a flood of unfulfilled desires, wishes, and sometime? The greatest gifts are wishes not granted.
the Portable Mercury Retrograde
