New Years Tradition
I am my fathers daughter. That is to say, I inherited his extreme sensitivity to everyday objects and subsequent quest to find the exemplar. In his case, knives and fanny-pack-offspring. In my brothers case, pencils and erasers. In my case, tiny spoons and planners. Every year Grisha and I tirelessly search for the perfect combination of weekly and monthly views, with just enough space for notes like “New toothbrush color: GREEN,” but not enough to make slow weeks look empty. We agonize in Staples and we indecisively return later. This year I’m experimenting with Moleskin’s vertical week planner. Its first test: adequately representing my enthusiasm for Grisha’s birthday.