My Orange Notebook
I’m not all that sure how
gifted by a someone who knows I’m infatuated with orange,
found it’s way into my backpack
but there it hunkers,
nice and tidy and tucked away.
This just in case I need to jot a thought pal has become my FOR. SURE. must have near me,
as time & time again, I reach.
And I truly ♥ melt when a sing-song-ing-ly
hey, Gramma Jacki, do you have your notebook ?!??
enters my vibe
’cause they know the answer is YES,
always yes,
with page after page of delightful drawings,
silly stories,
heavy duty Math biz,
those grand-boys know, their masterpieces, I will keep.
A timeless reminder of fast trips or L O N G car rides, of dillies and dallies,
penned in boredom
or excitement
or this
or that
or why
or what …
& then there was the moment when Dad was in the hospital for an overnight stay
and me, on my way to pick him up to take him home,
& as I walked into Dad’s room, I witnessed this man unable to respond to questions asked, to comments or concerns
when
PRESTO
notebook queries
= Dad’s answers.
YaY
a poem, finished
a blog, began
a !! remember this !! addition to a grocery list
my orange notebook is truly a kaleidoscope of loveliness,
of time well spent.
& when the day arrives, where filled to the rim every page will be, you best believe I’ll start a new one and a new one and a new one …
Yep.
I’ve said it once, twice, a gazillion times,
with no offense to technology, but old school seriously ROCKS
and any ol anytime
well worn
seen better days
vintage
cash only
outdated
retro
classic
epic
is offered, I’ll happily accept.
‘Cause simple things,
have I mentioned I ADORE
♥ 🙂 ♥