1.03.2021

My pretty and cool 2020 planner was basically a waste of money so I scribbled 2021's dates in a random notebook for this year and I'm calling it good enough.

 

2020 must be messing with my likes and dislikes.  I don't care for chocolate and never crave it.  But this morning I'm eating a piece of chocolate pie with coffee.  Two odd things for me.  I don't eat chocolate and 99.9% of the time I don't eat breakfast.  Yet, here I am.  Blaming it on 2020.  Because... you know.  2020.

Speaking of 2020, today is the last official day in my 2020 planner.  It finishes out the weeks so this last page has Friday, Saturday and Sunday on it before it ends (1/1, 1/2 and 1/3/2021).  It's ironic to me that I normally don't buy planners, but last year I bought this one and was so happy with it because it was perfect.  I love the front cover - it's pretty and cool looking.  I loved the way it was designed and printed as it had the days and dates laid out in a common sense way, it offered plenty of blank lines to write my daily schedule, tasks and errands and it laid out the weeks how I prefer them (Monday through Sunday instead of Sunday through Saturday).

I LOVED my 2020 planner.

And then 2020 actually came.

And the planner was pretty much a bust.  Because writing "stay home. social distance. sew masks" so many times gets old so you start to scribble things like 'watch for Amazon delivery' or 'make mashed potatoes' or even 'saw a possum in the back yard at 8:16 am'.

What a waste this planner was.

For 2021 I took a notebook I have up in the office bookcase cupboard and used a pen to write in my own dates.  It's not going to get any use in the first 3-6 months of 2021 anyway, right?  LOL.

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This morning I had read a quote by Theodore Dalrymple and thought it a good one to ponder over coffee.

Go ahead.  Ponder.

 

 

“In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is in some small way to become evil oneself. One's standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.”


Theodore Dalrymple

 

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True Story.

Last night in my second set of dreams (because I was up between 1:30 and 3:40 am before going back to sleep) part of my dream was that my 3rd child was a little paper doll real human person about 4 inches tall - much like a Gingerbread Man.  She quit breathing and I rushed her to the nurse at the emergency room clinic (inside the resort in some other country that we were apparently all on a school trip at?) and the nurse was going to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation.  But instead, because she was the size of a skinny little paper doll cookie, the nurse accidentally bit her head off and killed her.

I woke up about 2 1/2 hours ago but the image of the nurse pulling my youngest daughter out of her mouth with the top 3/4 of her head missing and handing her to me is still bothering me.

 

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