When I was awake at 4am this morning, pondering on the Universe, my parenting skills and my horse’s hoof, I decided as you do, that this year I would have a diary. I have had diaries on and off throughout my life, but certainly not in the last decade or so…who has time when they have nappies to change and wash, and food to cook and clean off the floor…don’t answer that….I certainly had no time to write in a diary then. But now…instead of imperfectly blogging about what’s on my mind, when naturally it becomes an exercise in writing readable, and hopefully amusing discourse, I decided I shall augment things by writing a diary.
This pleases me because not only will I have a personal record of the weather at any given time which is far too boring to write in a blog, but also of what I plant where so I don’t forget (do you know on New Year’s Day I discovered a bed of asparagus I planted 4 years ago and had entirely forgotten about? Asparagus! Imagine! Who forgets asparagus?), what I made when and how I got the inspiration (probably from Ginger, because she just has that effect on me) and also what was going on in the Hill household from month to month – always a giggle when rediscovered ten years after various child/parent stalemates I’m assured. I had the opportunity to read the diary of a neighbour’s mother-in-law, written before her marriage, back in the 1920’s and I was captured. In her sparse words, I was whisked back to a life which was so acutely angled from the one we live, and yet aspects of her felt so familiar. I wonder if old blog posts will have that far-reaching effect in 80 years – somehow I can’t imagine it at all. The good news is, as my friend Nik pointed out, if nothing else it will certainly give me fodder for blog posts; a good thing because my memory is still unfortuantely like that of a goldfish, wherein I think “Writing about the effect of crazy PMS on my abilities at the sewing machine, otherwise known as ‘why my family hides once a month'” is a good idea, but I can’t remember it at all 5 minutes later, when I’ve finally sat down at the computer, because I’m trying to remember where I hid the chocolates someone gave us for Christmas”. You know…can’t force the brain to hold two new things at the same time, right? Right?
Anyway. This also takes some of the pressure I’m renowned for putting on myself to write every day. I can try to write every day, but it may just be: It rained this morning and looks like it will this arvo (not insignificant in our neck of the drought!) This takes an enormous amount of pressure off myself, from err….myself. And to that end, I had to get a day-to-a-page diary, which is apparently impossible on the 5th of January. Can you believe it? I thought not only would I find one, but it would be 75% off! Not a chance. There were a billionty eleven diaries of a week to a page, and there were eleventy ten blank journals, but I didn’t want them. I HAVE 13 blank journals for writing in – they’re for creative writing time and that’s why they look like a mad woman’s breakfast…what I wanted was a DIARY. With printed dates on each page so I wouldn’t cheat. Because, you know I would if I let myself get away with it. This way I can say to myself “Oooh you slack tart, you’ve skipped a whole week and a half!” and then I can retort back to myself “Yes, but sometimes not saying anything is saying something, so shut up!” and then I can say back “….
You know what? You don’t need to know what I’d say then….it’s the PMT ok?
Anyhoo, all you need to know is I wanted a day-to-a-page-diary that didn’t need a wheelbarrow to carry.
And I got one. At full price, cos that’s the kind of luck I roll with. But it has little boxes to tick with weather symbols and smiley faces, or not, as well. And I’m gonna write in it.
You just wait and see.