Now, with the New Year just around the...well, just around the clock from now, I have another little infatuation I may as well admit to.
I have liked them since I couldn’t yet read but understood that in just three more boxes from the calendar it would be time to go to town—or do something else exciting. In elementary school, we were always putting crosses through the boxes on the classroom bulletin board calendar counting down time till party days or Christmas break or summer vacation.
When I had three kids in high school, the calendar was the only way I kept from leaving them in all the wrong places at the wrong times (which I did occasionally anyway.) It was where I kept track of my work schedule and of writing submissions before submitting became electronic.
Several of us from work bought the 2000 calendar that gave birth to the movie Calendar Girls. It was one of those life-changing things, when I started to really wonder why all romance heroines had to be young and beautiful. It changed what I wanted to read and write. I wasn’t sure there for a while how I felt about the romance genre and its reluctance to recognize that being of “a certain age” didn’t mean we were in any way less.
I get calendars in the mail now, more of them than I can ever use. I choose one, send money to the charity that generated it, and hang it in the laundry room. As 2015 passes the calendar will have notes like snow! and release day! and give blood. I put the other calendars that come in the mail in a bag and donate to a nursing home along with my already-read magazines. I hope there are other people there who might like to look at the pictures and remember where they were on November 22, 1963 or that their first serious boyfriend’s birthday was October 11—or was it the 21st?
The datebook on my desk is literally the story of my life. It has birthdays, doctors' appointments, and guest blog dates noted in all colors of ink. It will tell me when it’s time to get my roots covered or my nails made pretty again. It will remind me to get a mammogram or have lunch with Nan on Wednesday. At the end of the year I will consider tossing it, but I won’t. It will go in the bottom drawer with the one from the year before.
As infatuations go, I think mine are pretty innocuous. How about you? What did you just suddenly realize you like...well, really a lot?
Happy New Year!