… about notebooks.

I was in some kind of Home Depot-like store, and saw that they were selling the kind of diary I used to use in the mid-80s, when I was in high school. They were exactly 3×5, with a black faux-leather cover. In the front, they had pages with measurement conversions, city populations, a mini-Farmer’s Almanac, and other useful tidbits of information.
Then each page was split over two days, so you had 4 days to a spread. I tended to fill each day with things like “Debbie called. I helped Jeff with the physics homework. Read another Tintin book.” At the back of the diary, there were pages to write addresses and telephone numbers, and pages for recording expenses. They really tried to squeeze a lot into these little diaries, almost like a Filofax but without the option to pick and choose what you’d actually use.

In my dream, the diaries were packaged in those plastic things that hang on a hook and are impossible to cut open once you get them home. I was all excited to be able to buy this kind of diary again, even though I wouldn’t really have much use for it now. I started to look around the store to see what other kinds of notebooks they had, and I could see that there were many other interesting ones to look at… but then I woke up.

Originally posted at 3x5life