Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I'm having a crisis that perhaps only my sister (a fellow DayTimer nut) can understand. I've lost my DayTimer. I am pretty sure it was in my pocket when I left the house to go to the movies with the boys, and it's nowhere to be found now. I've called the theater--they scoured the place, with no luck. So I'm bummed big-time. Not only have I lost my calendar and to-do list (which is bad enough), but the wallet containing the refill was my FIRST-ever DayTimer, the one I bought in 1989. Even if I get another one just like it (black pigskin, small brass plate in the corner with my initials), it'll take 20 years for it to be as soft, and it'll never be quite the same. The only 2 slight pieces of good news is that I'm currently not terribly booked up, seeing as how it's summer, and also that it's pretty close to the mid-point of the year, so I should be able to buy a July start refill as a replacement.