Last week my notebook feel apart. The wiring on the side is beaten up and on the verge of unwinding. It's kind of sad because there are still a lot of pages left and I'd like to fill it up all the way. However, I also don't want it to fall apart completely. So we called in for reinforcements, (aka, Brian brought me home a new one), and we've started a new one. The old guy is resting on the desk but receives frequent visits as I look up recipes, restaurants, and places to go.
The notebook. My BFF of Paris. I've never been one to keep a diary. I'm not a good writer and I have also turned into a total computer person, why write when you get type? I'm embarrassed to include that I also used to be very impatient with the hand-writing process. It just takes way too long, (this, as I type away...I'm really trying to change)!
Lame, right? Even writing letters and sending them via post are typed. I never hand-wrote a word. Maybe I'm just embarrassed by my poor spelling and prefer the comfort of Spell Check. That's a good excuse because deep down inside I know it's that I'm just lazy and impatient and silly about getting my thoughts down fast enough. See, with typing, there is never a problem. My hands can keep up with my brain. But hand-writing. Ugh, what a chore. Totally lame!
However, my BFF, the notebook, is full of my life's notes of the past 6 or 7 months, (remember, life only just got started with daycare!). And it's so fun. I've got great walks, restaurants, vacations, and recipes. My BFF is fabulous. We sit together and I gather my thoughts. I write about good days and places I've been. It's my quiet time. Very Zen!
And oh the recipes! I've kept written record of everything I've made, or tried to make, while on my adventure of cooking here in Paris and it's fabulous to have it all in writing and recorded. I know I am especially going to appreciate this notebook when we return to the real world and I'm stuck on what to cook on any given night. I really like my notebook.
As I transfer data, (by hand, so lame!), to my new BFF, (who am I kidding, it's not a new BFF, just BFF part deux, I can't replace you number one!), I am so thrilled that I decided to keep this notebook/diary. Like I said, it's something I've never done before and often kick myself for not. Like when we drove through Utah with Aaron for like 6 days and had the time of our lives hiking and camping, and hanging out with a lost cow! Why didn't I write that down? Or all the silly things the ladies do: I have a record from '10 - '11, but what happened before? Did they not exist? (By the way, if you want to hear the funnies poop story of your life, email me off blog!) My mom bought me those first year calendars where you put first moves and teeth and smiles and the only good they did was collect dust in some drawer. (Sorry Mom!) I just wasn't good about that stuff before. But now...
Now I'm typing to record this day in my life that I'm dedicating to my notebook of hand-written events and notes and stuff with a promise to keep it up throughout the rest of my life. (Did you get that?) There's no excuse not to continue the tradition in the States! This notebook is full of wonderful things and reminds me of a fabulous time in my life when it was simple, slow, and worth writing about.
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