Friday, February 19, 2010
Lost and found
a while back, I tweeted that I had misplaced the little notebook I carry with me, and was a little discomfited to realize I had left it in church. It's not that it's full of anything incriminating, aside from evidence that I draw in church. The most sensitive financial information it contains is how much allowance I owe my children, and the only really personal information therein are phone numbers of my book club and family. It was nice to get it back, though it made me realize that
1) wow, I am boring. My most personal notebook, and I have NO SECRETS. That's kind of sad, in a way. I should have at least felt a thrill of apprehension. The most embarrassing thing a stranger could discover is that I draw crooked.
2) I'm quite attached to my notebooks. I wasn't that upset about this particular volume, because it's fairly new and I haven't done much in it yet. But, as it starts to accumulate more content and reflect what I've been doing, it becomes very much a record of my daily life, boring or not. Probably, I'd be more upset if I lost it today, because I did get a few more things in it yesterday when we headed up to Calgary to apply for passports:
This particular volume is a pocket sized Quo Vadis Habana. This small version has cream colored 64 gm paper, which is beautifully smooth for pen - any kind of pen, from markers to gel pens to fountain pens. However it is very thin, and you can easily see writing not just on the other side of the sheet, but all the way through a sheet; in the passport office sketch you can see both the church drawing and the passport application drawing. That doesn't bother me all the time, but it's certainly a consideration when I'm trying to decide how I want to use a page. I am looking forward to continuing to keep it close and not abandon it again.