Paper Planners: Never Say Die

As we head toward mid-December, I found myself at wits’ end because people want to give me dates for important events in January and beyond, and my planner only has December plus a day of January left on it. I thought I could wait until after the New Year so I can get my 2017 planner at a discount, but I felt so uneasy jotting things down on the extra blank pages at the back of the 2016 planner, that I couldn’t take it anymore.

With my Barnes and Noble 25 percent off a single item coupon in hand and some gift cards, I ventured out into the chilly night after dinner to find my 2017 Moleskine Weekly Planner (Large Format) so I can get on with my life.

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Confessions Tuesday #2: My OCD

One of the steps in any 12-Step Recovery Program is admitting that one has a problem. Well, I am a packrat. I have a hard time throwing things away.

It’s not to the extreme that the house is bursting at the seams with junk and overrun with vermin (like in those reality shows), but I have pockets throughout the house where I hoard my shtuff, which I know HB would be thrilled to see disappear. And maybe since Father’s Day and his birthday is around the corner, I’ll present him the gift of a less-cluttered home. Maybe. Continue reading

Fridge Cleaning Day of Reckoning

Rainy days and Sundays get me down, but most especially when we have to clean out the fridge/freezer. It’s a team effort between HB (nickname for husband) and me. We’ve been postponing this volatile event until now, because HB will be hosting a small work party this week and needs room.

Most couples argue about money. We argue about the food that needs to be tossed or saved. He’s a tosser, I’m a saver. He wipes down the interior and puts back the food that he deems worthy to keep; he is the gatekeeper. I clean the shelves and drawers and the mountain of plastic that once held the leftovers. It is my penance—a chance for me to reflect and remember that next time I will simply spare myself the trouble and not save leftovers beyond 48 hours. New rule—no more leftovers! (Sadly, old habits are hard to break.)

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