My Leather-Bound Life
Posted
Thursday, May 15, 2008 3:27 PM
I would hardly call myself a luddite. I'm addicted to my e-mail,
have become an expert on Cube Crash on Facebook, even met my husband on
JDate.
But there is one thing I refuse to update: my datebook.
When
I graduated from high school, a friend of my former stepmothers bought
me a Scully leather-bound day planner. For more than a decade I have
been faithfully buying the replacement planner inserts (I'm a total
dork as it is something I look forward to every November).
I
love the feeling of writing something down and being able to cross it
out when it is over. I can flip ahead and flip back without having to
turn anything on.
I even saved my entire calendar from last year so I could keep track of all the insane things I did leading up to the wedding.
My
husband, on the other hand, keeps track of important things in his
computer, on his phone and somewhere in his memory banks (which means
some stuff slips through the cracks from time to time).
I was born to organize and plan. I enjoy being the social secretary
for the family (at least for the two of us). Similar to what the
president goes through daily - my husband gets a briefing. This is what
we have planned for this evening … or this weekend … or tomorrow
morning.
For example: Friday Night, dinner with mom; Saturday, Disneyland;
Sunday, Israel Independence Day Festival; Monday, Rosh Chodesh planning
meeting (OK, that one’s mine, but if I don’t remind my hubby he
worries).
It’s kind of fun to have your whole life – literally –
in your hands. It has a spot on the side for papers, so I have the
print outs our upcoming vacations, in order, of course, along with
random pieces of paper that I can't think of where to put, but I carry
around with me because "you never know."
I don’t think I’ll ever
get into the Palm Pilot world, but I’m grateful every morning for our
DVR. It’s one thing to have everything organized in my life and my
husband’s life. It’s quite another to have to track the folks the “Big
Brother” house, the boys on the “Bachelorette,” the Oceanic Six and the
ladies of Wisteria Lane.