I take notes out of habit and boredom, a practice formed in grad school, when at any hour of the day or night I might have to look up a Greek word like kakodaimon (evil genius) while reading Aristophanes's The Clouds. Later I bought hardback notebooks, but cheaper, lighter-weight notebooks are better for traveling. On a recent shopping trip, I bought inexpensive composition books (love the yellow one! Only $1 at Target) and slightly fancier paperback Apica notebooks.
|Bess Streeter Aldrich's house|
"Built house (where museum is located) in 1922 for $7,000. Piano came on steamboat. Visited Green Drug every day to socialize and pick up mail. One bad Christmas, when there was no money, the Aldriches made gifts for children and put them in a big pine barrel: wooden checkers game, log rocking horse, dolls, homemade doll dresses...."
We use another Apica for a bicycling journal. Huh! I never remember to write anything down. Bicycling is...boring...good exercise...relaxing...what else can we say? My husband sometimes remembers to record our rides.
Then there is the big notebook for tracking health care problems. During a relative's recent hospitalizations, I wrote down vital stats, notes on conversations with doctors and nurses, and health and behavior changes.
"Are you a nurse?" someone asked when I rattled off stats over the phone.
"No, no." What can you say? It's a matter of trying to understand the language of medicine, and going over the notes to make good decisions.
And so the notebook-writing goes on...