In my ever continuing effort to improve myself (though really, how on earth is that possible?), I have purchased calendars. I think I told you about this.
In my ever continuing effort to improve myself (ditto marks), I have purchased one of them at a fabulous discount.
In my ever continuing effort to improve myself (and now I must remark that I may, in fact, need to improve a bit here and there), I have noted that choosing to purchase fabulously discounted items may, in fact, not be the best choice.
I bought a fairly groovy wallet-y calendar. It's semi-attractive. Yet, it doesn't have the dates written in. It's meant to be convenient for multi-year use; it is, in fact, inconvenient for any individual year use.
I decided to use the pages starting with Sunday and ending with Saturday. All the rest of my calendars started with Monday and ended with Sunday. Am I so wedded to this arrangement?
I'm not sure yet. And it isn't even weighing on my mind so much. Still, with my very charming habit of forgetting appointments and such, the need to figure out how to shedule things is becoming a more pressing need.
All of this comes into perspective, however, when I contemplate the great pleasure Spring and Sprocket get from Spring's favorite game. She likes to have a blanket or towel on her head. Then she kind of jerks her way forward until she hits my hand at which point she chews on it while I wiggle it around.
This simple pleasure, this simple, incomprehensible pleasure makes me think, "Hey, if I had a towel over my head, I couldn't see my calendar."
And talk about perspective, boy oh boy.
Posted by dotty at February 1, 2004 12:59 PM