My [other] constant companion is my notebook. The poor thing is beginning to feel the strain. It contains all the general tasks of life, thoughts and ideas that I rush to capture before they evaporate. I always intend to organise them later.
My fear is that it has become an indicator of my mental state; a collection of disjointed scraps and notes associated only by virtue of their collection in a single location. Tattered and frayed, dog eared and overworked it threatens to give way at any moment. Missing pages are missing memories, whole days passed in a blur or torn out, deliberately put beyond recall.
You can see why I'm worried.
Time to consolidate, organise and rearrange. I might sort my notebook out too...
And I thought I was the only person in the world still old-fashioned enough to carry a notebook (and I even write things in it occasionally too).
ReplyDeleteNot only am I old-fashioned enough to carry it and write in it, I often do so with a fountain pen.
ReplyDeleteYou should see the looks I get on the bus.
As my job title is now eLearning Manager should I be using something more hi-tech and less convenient?
Oh dear, so do I - a Waterman in my case (so much more satisfying, my dear, than a mere biro).
ReplyDeleteHi-tech is fine, but you have to turn hi-tech on and start running electricity through it before you can even see anything, let alone write anything. No thanks, not for me, at least when I'm moving around (but then again I'm closing in on 120 now, so I'm allowed to be a little quirky).