There was a phase of May's disease during which she bought a hundred or more notebooks with the expectation that they might serve as a surrogate memory. Most of them were never used. But as I was cleaning out a file cabinet this week, I came across a series of reminders spread across three different notebooks. They all involved socks for our daughter Keely, both sending and receiving.
The first four entries below were from consecutive pages in a large memo pad, and last two were stand-alone entries in a logbook and a small note pad. I look fondly on the brackets, arrows, bullet points, boxes and cloud patterns -- a penchant for organization that is gone forever, now.
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