I’m all for perfection and that, but since I’ve been abloggin, I hardly ever write in my paper journal. And since I like to travel light, I don’t see myself carrying a moleskin. I don’t even like carrying a pen. But I’m glad you have decent weather again.
We each have our areas of orderliness and disorderliness, I guess. You are neat and orderly in the physical sphere and I am orderly on paper—I have the most well-ordered lists of any you’ve ever seen. Orderliness in the physical sphere, however, is a non-stop struggle. I’ve told myself that life with a teenager is why my physical sphere is not orderly, but I have a sneaking suspicion that, in a couple of months, that theory will be completely blown out of the water. Without my lists, it would be so much worse. ;)
Thanks, Pablo. The weather is beeeyootiful today. I am about to go back out in it. Trying to bring order to the chaos, all over again. Just when I get things the way I want them, along comes a week long rain and I can hear all the little weeds’ maniacal laughter as they grow and flourish while I can’t do a thing about it.
Do you ever find that what you write for your blog is different than what you used to write in your journal? Or at least a different style of writing? It’s curious to see how different my paper writing is than my computer writing. Very different, in fact. Not that one is better than the other, but just very different. Almost like two different personalities.
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I love writing.
I love reading.
But even as a teacher I’m terrible at keeping a calendar/diary/appointment list/whatever. It’s one of my biggest flaws. I always manage, but basically I also constantly have a bad conscience ... and lots of stress juggling a huge number of important dates, lists, etc.
I guess at heart I’ve got all the prerequisites for being disorderly. They just don’t show yet, especially since most of my stuff is arranged at 90 degree angles ;) (Conan had a skit on that once. Some sort of presumed German game show, the aim of which was to get people to arrange their stuff at right angles on a desk. Of course, the (fat) lady didn’t make it and got the bejesus beaten out of her by some militaristic-looking guys).