This is a season of remembering for me. When spring and summer roll around looking at my calendar, I see empty space surrounding dates that once held joy and promise.  To anyone else, the numbers that line up in perfect calendar order are just that, numbers and days waiting for plans to be made and events noted.

 I have scribblings all over my yearly paperback calendar and would be in big trouble if I lost it.  I don’t trust myself using only the electronic version of noting my dates, I need to flip the worn pages of my spiral-bound calendar and see one month on a full page.  I’m a long way from being a millennial, and I know it. What I really need to do is write my dates using my erasable pen, as the designated spot allowed for each day is quite scribbled and marked up. As a side note, don’t write checks using your erasable pen, ask me I know why.