I have a secret hoarding issue.
I keep old calendars.
I have kept a day planner on my kitchen counter (and now one for blogging on my desk) for so many years, I don’t even remember when I started. But I end up keeping the planners long after they have been used and I have moved onto the next year’s planner. I never really look through them though and it is now when I am slowly running out of things to do because of social distancing/quarantine, that I begin to wonder why do I keep them, to begin with? Hidden behind a desk drawer and never looked at. It’s comforting to know what I was doing in March of 2010 but at the same time, is it?
I also save old Lang calendars as well.
I’ve written about my love of the Lang calendar and its wooden frame a couple of times in the first few years of blogging when I was annoyingly crafty but mostly because of what I could turn my Lang calendar frame into OTHER than holding its calendars.
Consensus? I had way too much fucking energy in 2011.
But never did I focus on the true superstar of the Lang calendar frame; the calendar itself. Particularly the contents of what was in those little dated boxes on the calendar.
Like playdates with Rebecca and her then-toddler (who is graduating from college next month) and the words “baby gym”.
The day Mike proposed to me.
Anna’s first day of preschool.
What “being in the thick of it” looks like on paper.
And the day we found out our lives were going to change yet again.
Girl Scout cookie sales, prenatal visits, and Ella coming into the world.
I remember the reason Anna’s sleepover was crossed out on the 18th. It was a week after Ellie was born and Anna didn’t want to leave her or us. I might not have remembered that little tidbit if I hadn’t kept these calendars.
I don’t think I will be doing anything other than tucking these calendars somewhere in the basement to be unearthed someday when the girls have kids of their own. Or maybe to be opened on a random, slow, quiet and boring Tuesday.
To remember how good we had it and how good it will be again.