I would hardly call myself a luddite. I’m addicted to my e-mail, have become an expert on Cube Crash on Facebook, even met my husband on JDate.
But there is one thing I refuse to update: my datebook.
When I graduated from high school, a friend of my former stepmother’s bought me a Scully leather-bound day planner. For more than a decade I have been faithfully buying the replacement planner inserts (I’m a total dork as it is something I look forward to every November).
I love the feeling of writing something down and being able to cross it out when it is over. I can flip ahead and flip back without having to turn anything on.
I even saved my entire calendar from last year so I could keep track of all the insane things I did leading up to the wedding.
My husband, on the other hand, keeps track of important things in his computer, on his phone and somewhere in his memory banks (which means some stuff slips through the cracks from time to time).
I was born to organize and plan. I enjoy being the social secretary for the family (at least for the two of us). Similar to what the president goes through daily - my husband gets a briefing. This is what we have planned for this evening … or this weekend … or tomorrow morning.
For example: Friday Night, dinner with grandma; Saturday, adult b’nei mitzvah and party for a friend of ours and a concert that night in Orange County; Sunday, Father’s Day Brunch with my aunt and Father’s Day BBQ with my in-laws; Monday, old board-new board Sisterhood meeting (OK, that one’s mine, but if I don’t remind my hubby he worries).
It’s kind of fun to have your whole life – literally – in your hands. It has a spot on the side for papers, so I have the print outs our upcoming vacations, in order, of course, along with random pieces of paper that I can’t think of where to put, but I carry around with me because “you never know.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get into the Palm Pilot world, but I’m grateful every morning for our DVR. It’s one thing to have everything organized in my life and my husband’s life. It’s quite another to have to track the folks the “Big Brother” house, the boys on the “Bachelorette,” the Oceanic Six and the ladies of Wisteria Lane.