I am a sucker for datebooks. Sometimes, I’ve had as many as two or three at a time, FOR THE SAME YEAR! Sheesh. I’m like a kid in a candy store when I go to Office Depot or to Barnes and Noble. I head straight for the datebook/diary section of the store and, like Ferninand the Bull, sit and smeeeeellllll the datebooks. There are paperback datebooks, leather datebooks, multi-colored and multi-covered datebooks. There are those people obsessed with Moleskine datebooks. I’ve tried a Moleskine too, and frankly, while it’s very smooth to write in and lays flat when you want it too, the rubber-bandy-thingy holding it shut gets too loose, sort of like thigh high pantie-hose, and fails to keep things tightly closed. I’ve tried Franklin-Covey but find them too systematized for my taste. If I have to read anything more about finding life’s “purpose” I think I’ll puke.
So I scour the shelves and the Internet every year for the perfect datebook. It must be aesthetically pleasing as well as have plenty of room to write. Unlike some people, my datebook is strictly for those things I have to do that day. I journal in another book entirely. Not that I haven’t written an entry or two in my datebook on the spur of the moment, but I like to keep my datebook just for the to-do lists.
I even tried a PDA once, but found it so cold and impersonal and the damn thing kept dying on me and losing all my information. Besides, it’s soooooooo BORG. I mean, if you think about the future, we’ll all have PDAs for hands or something. Nope, I’d rather have a nice sharp pencil or a 1.0 medium pen at my disposal. People have the lost the art of handwriting and I’m doing my part to keep it around.
Well anyway, while we were having coffee at the nearest Borders with our eldest son, after having dined out at a lovely Caribbean-style restaurant in the city in which he lives, I came across a datebook I HAD TO HAVE. It’s not for everyone, but when I saw it, the sun broke through and I saw God’s rays descend from his throne and strike the datebook, with the heavenly choirs in the background, much like Monty Python’s Holy Grail vision or South Park’s Old Testament Moses asking for paper plates with macaroni glued to them for a camp project, I heard it say, “Buy Me.”
Well anyway, here it is in all it’s glory. If you go to Andrews McMeel publishers site you can open it up and look inside. It’s so ledger-like, which some people don’t like, but I once filled a whole ledger with my journal, once of those large size ones which are more tall than wide. Maybe the latent accountant in me found it appealing, all those lines in nice, neat rows. So I saw this and I had to have it. Usually I don’t go in for all the bells and whistles when it comes to journals, anything will do, but I permitted myself this luxury. I can’t wait to fill it up with useless to-do lists!