Dream, interrupted
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skyringI got my Day-Timer binder last week, and the old yellow one has been banished. I don't think any taxi driver in town looks quite so smart as I when I bang my burgundy leather number down on the counter and whip out a credit card to pay for the gas. Hoping that I have enough credit left for the transaction.
I finished early on Sunday morning. 0200 on a busy night, because the day driver wants to build up some money for the holidays ahead and is working extra shifts. So I don't make quite as much money as I do by working through until dawn, but the upside is that I'm not completely shagged out by the end of my working week, and I can be something of a family man on Sunday.
Kerri and I went to the market on Sunday morning. I played sherpa, lugging around the box of fruit and veg. I even paid for it, dipping into the collection of small notes I keep in my Day-Timer. This may play havoc with my ability to make change when I resume work on Tuesday, but I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.
Then we sat down at one of the cafes and had cappucini, watching the other shoppers and dreaming of Paris.
In the afternoon, I had a nap. I dreamt that I was unpacking stuff from my last big trip, and that there were some Levenger Circa accessories that I'd forgotten about. I kept on pulling out binders and punches and paper refills and bits and pieces, some of them already printed up in my preferred Day-Timer format. There was stuff all over the bedspread I was dumping the gear on. I was dreamhappy. I do like high-class, well-designed stationery.
Then Kerri woke me. There was housework to do before a visitor arrived. ***SIGH***
I've now gone through the Levenger website and sent an email off to Buffra, who incautiously volunteered to be a shipping address for me, and to repackage it off to me in Oz.
It was Bookczuk who introduced me to the Circa system in Fort Worth back in 2005, and I have loved her for for it ever since. Each notebook is just a collection of bits, really. There's no binding to it, just click it all together and there you go. Add or delete pages, use the punch to make ordinary items like postcards into Circa pages and snap them in. Each of my big trips has a seperate notebook, holding things like ticket stubs and postcards, and I pull them out and relive the experience every now and again.
I finished early on Sunday morning. 0200 on a busy night, because the day driver wants to build up some money for the holidays ahead and is working extra shifts. So I don't make quite as much money as I do by working through until dawn, but the upside is that I'm not completely shagged out by the end of my working week, and I can be something of a family man on Sunday.
Kerri and I went to the market on Sunday morning. I played sherpa, lugging around the box of fruit and veg. I even paid for it, dipping into the collection of small notes I keep in my Day-Timer. This may play havoc with my ability to make change when I resume work on Tuesday, but I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.
Then we sat down at one of the cafes and had cappucini, watching the other shoppers and dreaming of Paris.
In the afternoon, I had a nap. I dreamt that I was unpacking stuff from my last big trip, and that there were some Levenger Circa accessories that I'd forgotten about. I kept on pulling out binders and punches and paper refills and bits and pieces, some of them already printed up in my preferred Day-Timer format. There was stuff all over the bedspread I was dumping the gear on. I was dreamhappy. I do like high-class, well-designed stationery.
Then Kerri woke me. There was housework to do before a visitor arrived. ***SIGH***
I've now gone through the Levenger website and sent an email off to Buffra, who incautiously volunteered to be a shipping address for me, and to repackage it off to me in Oz.
It was Bookczuk who introduced me to the Circa system in Fort Worth back in 2005, and I have loved her for for it ever since. Each notebook is just a collection of bits, really. There's no binding to it, just click it all together and there you go. Add or delete pages, use the punch to make ordinary items like postcards into Circa pages and snap them in. Each of my big trips has a seperate notebook, holding things like ticket stubs and postcards, and I pull them out and relive the experience every now and again.
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Date: 2007-12-10 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-10 06:30 am (UTC)I fell in love with moleskins in Avid Reader bookstore yesterday. I've already bought a pink Breast cancer diary but it's really too big and I did find another one I love in salmon leather at a calendar stand in the shopping centre which I'm tempted to go back and get.
I'm a stationery addict, I packed school bookpacks all day and the others think I'm mad because I like opening the boxes and smelling and feeling the nice new pristine books.