A changing of the year

Last week I changed the order of things in our house. The 2008 calendars were taken down and put away and the 2009 put up. There's one on the wall in the kitchen and a desk-model in my "basket" on the counter top. There's another on the wall of my study, tucked behind the door and made of the slick material you can write on and erase. It's the one with the up-to-date business schedule. The kitchen calendar marks all the family events and the desk calendar catches the minutiae of everyday living. Making an appointment to do something usually requires a peek at all three.

I don't throw my old calendars away. Instead, I roll up the study one and slide a rubberband around it. It may never be seen again from the back of the closet. The kitchen calendar is put in a drawer along with the desk one. But I might have occasion to need a neglected phone number or address I tucked there and no where else, so I know where it is.

Several years ago, determined to put in order all the places we'd been, I pulled out the old calendars and made a list from their contents of vacations and special events. At the time, we looked to have been sooo busy! I was quite pleased with myself. But I've neglected to keep it up to date.

If I could only find it, I'd know what I'd been up to.