Tonight I’m sitting down with my planner. Later. After I write this post. And take the dogs out. It’s a nice planner. Big, executive size. Columns, columns and more columns to organize my time and priorities. I shopped around, looked at lots of planners before I decided this was the one. This would bring out the best in me. Because of the columns. I mentioned the columns, didn’t I?
And the cover. Brown leather, the real dead cow deal. Looks so…rich. So…official. So grown up. Like I have a job that requires pantyhose or something. At least a briefcase.
I’ve had it for three months now. It’s one of those July to June things. I got it in September, because I had things to do. First thing I did was rip out the summer months. Because I hadn’t used them now, had I? Last week I ripped out the autumn pages. The entire season. Because I hadn’t used them either. Because they were EMPTY. Virgin pages, like I don’t have a life or something.
When really, I did a LOT in those four months. Launched this blog, had an art show, cooked a turkey for Thanksgiving…. And none of that shows. A stranger flipping through my planner would think I’m the most boring person in the world. That I don’t have a life.
At this point DearDaughter pipes in and says that in fifty years I won’t have a life, I’ll be dead. Well yes, probably. But did she have to put it that way? Like there’s a timer ticking away while quite possibly checking my planner status. Might as well take this one, she’s not doing anything with her time anyway.
Not doing anything??? Hellooooooo. Pause here while I check my e-mail. Further pause while I peruse an add for a miracle weight loss supplement that found it’s way to my inbox. And then of course I have to google it and read the reviews. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING???
I’m doing so many things I can’t remember them all. Which is why I’m going to go through my mental lists, random scraps of paper, the oh-so-scary depths of my purse–including the zipper compartments–I’m going to go through all those things, figure out what I need to take note of–
And write it all down in my beautiful executive size brown leather covered twelve six month planner.
Tomorrow. Because it’s bed time now. Past it actually. And there are things I have to do when I get up. Like go to work. And other stuff. But tomorrow night I’ll organize it . Really. After I watch The Office.