Every month when I rip off the previous month’s page from my desk calendar, I revel in the cleanness, the purity of the unscribbled-on page. I vow that I’ll only write the necessities on it and won’t doodle all over it.
It’s May 19th today. And I’ve got cryptic notes to myself, the phone number for our congressman, a reminder to pick up a bell pepper from the market, and lovely doodles of poinsettias and vines and leaves and hearts and things all over the May page. Why poinsettias? I think it was because I began this strange doodle and thought, hey, that looks like the beginning of a poinsettia. So I made one. And it was so cute that I made another one. I also have some odd doodles that I think were intended to be vines with leaves, but they look more like velocipedes.
Oh, well. There’s always June.
