New Year, New Calendar

Fair warning: I am such a dork that one of my favorite New Year’s rituals is transferring important birthdays, anniversaries, and minor Jewish holidays that are almost never printed already from the old wall calendar to the new.  Filling in those fresh boxes gives me the (perhaps illusory) sense that I know the shape of the upcoming year, and flipping through the pages of last year’s calendar brings back memories of how we spent the previous twelve months.  I get nostalgia and anticipation all rolled into one chore, which is fun even if it does come with the disturbing realization of how long ago some events I still have filed under “recent” in my head actually took place.

Today’s transcription did, however, unearth a bit of a mystery.  On the square marked January 30, 2009 is one word: “DRUNKEX!”  I cannot for the life of me remember what we were doing that evening — a party? An NFO winging?  Some silly, private evening of staying in and digging into our own, ah, “spiritual” stash?  I have no idea, but it sure sounds like it should have been fun.

If, by chance, you happen to know what on earth I meant by that cryptic inscription, I’d love to hear it.  In any case, I hope your 2010 is full of wonderful memories that actually stick in your mind for years to come.


3 thoughts on “New Year, New Calendar

  1. Wifey says:

    I love doing that too. I’m such a dork!

    DRUNKEX? Sounds like a drunk exercise. Did hubby go out with the boys?

    • Oh, believe me, I do know that a DRUNKEX is a drunk exercise — I use such terms myself perhaps a bit too frequently, much to the confusion of our civilian friends and family. 😉 This instance is definitely in my handwriting, and my husband’s not a “go out with the boys” kind of guy and never has been, so I know this was something we were doing together. We just can’t remember the circumstances surrounding this particular imbibe-a-thon, which is curious considering that we apparently thought it was important enough to note on the calendar.

      I suppose that life will always hold some mysteries. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to spend the rest of the day wondering what we were up to, but perhaps some things are best relegated to the dim and misty past.

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