My Notebook

You should see my notebook!!

When I started this blog a few days ago, I started writing down potential titles and ideas in a notebook.  I am already on page two!  Plus, I need to keep scratch paper in my pocket to jot down the "spur of the moment" flashes of genius.  Whoever thought that I had so much to say?

Now, I am sitting here thinking of this from a different point of view.  Perhaps, my notebook and scratch paper are a sign of something other than what they appear.  Maybe, age is creeping up on me more than I want to admit, and the notebook is a indication that I may be losing a small bit of recall.  As I edge everyday closer to my 50th year, have I already lost some of my ability to remember and need to rely on jotting down things in a notebook?

I am wired a little differently than most people I know.  I remember lots of things that surprise them.  I remember phone numbers that I have not used in a year or two.  I remember people by the license number on their car.  I even remember the employee numbers of my kitchen staff better than they do.  So, maybe this is why I am apprehensive about my notebook.  Am I forgetting more and feel the need to write down things, or is the notebook just a tool?

Let's go with the tool idea.  I know that the brain is a miracle, but it is still a muscle filled with wiring.  It needs exercise as much as the rest of me.  Writing should help.  My singing always kept me fresh, maybe I should get back to it.  Reading will definitely stretch me, too.  What has been hindering me more than anything is my time spent with electronic entertainment.  Yes, I know I am sitting in front of my computer at the moment.  However, I am not cruising the web, mindlessly looking for this or that or nothing.

And, because of a misspelling that I just made, I have a new blog title in my notebook.