Everyone writes themselves notes and since I am among the everyones in the world, I, too, write notes to myself.
I take a small amount of pleasure in finding to-do notes that are a year or more old. Invariably I'll have gotten all the items done or they won't matter anymore. The especially good ones are those that have items like, "Oil change, laundry, mail package, call about appointment," and the laundry is already crossed off.
By now I'll have mailed the package and the appointment is passed and the oil change is apparently not bothering me anymore. And the laundry is done! I get such a sense of purpose and accomplishment. The laundry is done and the rest doesn't matter.
Yes!
I enjoy emptying coat pockets, too. Enjoy? Maybe not quite, no, but I do like seeing what I've written down that I've thought was important enough to not forget. I've got book titles and songs and musical groups and questions and websites.
I've found The Duhks most recently. I think I like it. It feels like celtic music met reggae and country and folk music got together and made babies.
It's that damned NPR that does these things to me. Oh, National Public Radio, you're so good at "exposing me to new things". Should I be grateful? I don't know.
I also heard about the dog music cd. This led to a small note on the edge of a magazine article The "Squeakey-Deakey" and the scratch songs...wow. And being a good dog? "What a handsome puppy!"
I want to play those songs for myself. "You're a good Dotty! Yes, you are! I love your toes! It's a treat to watch you eat! Such a good Dotty!" Maybe not, actually. But I bet Sprocket would like it. I shall have her review the songs momentarily.
The music isn't terribly inspired, but it's good to know there's a use for those dopey background percussion tracks that come with when the home-version of the synthesizer.
Now! My dogs don't write notes to themselves, but they demand to be heard sometimes. Sprocket's been marching around asking me to write her thoughts down.
i like to sleep and i like to hear things and i like it when that girl says oh perfect doggie you are so good little brown doggie small brown like a loaf of bread so good and they dont say bread in those songs but they say good things and they go squeak and i think they should ask me to tell what i think because they would feed me and they would say oh you are a perfect loaf of bread with walking legs that are short oh you get a squeaky toy of food
Spring, of course, says something quite different.
Note that I say this.
I like things that are mine.
This is not mine.
I am a good dog.
You may scratch my back.
I do not listen to you.
I do not listen to anyone.
I will eat the music.
Feed me.