March 06, 2005
lost!
I can't find my calendar.
Generally it doesn't matter if I can find my calendar or not, as I can't find anything to write with. I also don't know what day it is anyway, so what difference does a calendar make?
I'm not sure. I do know, however, that not being able to find a calendar makes a very big difference. It's the ability that's missing. I've looked in the places that I would expect it to be. Even in the places I'm not so sure that it might be. And it isn't in any of those places. So what now?
It is unsurprising to me that I lose things. I've always been that way. I'm actually quite a lot better. Or at least I think I am. Perhaps I just care a bit less about the things that I have. This way, when I lose them, I hardly notice.
My keys have a bell on them. That's handy. My wallet is small so it will always fit in my pocket. Also handy.
My dogs like me. They follow me around. That's handy, too.
BrilliantEditor is tall, so I can see him in a crowd. Also, also handy. I could always find my mother by her laugh. (I think I inherited that particular trait.)
But calendars. I don't know what they need. But they need something.
I think I'll put up a sign.
