Monday, April 20, 2009
My Right Arm
I lost my Sudoku book in St. George. It would be okay if it was just a book of puzzles; but what starts out as merely a challenging activity book that takes my mind out of the world for an hour while I happily figure out solutions to problems That Can Be Solved, over many months turns into my personal history. As I figure out number answers, I'm also scrawling out life answers on the same page... Lists of things to do. Dinner menus. Potential primary teachers. Daily planner. Things to remember. Notes of things to blog about. Notes of things to journal about. People to call. Books to read. Scheduling of events for children. Somewhere in St. George my Sudoku book got lost and now my journal is in the trash. I miss it.
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2 comments:
That's sweet. Exercise your brain while list-making and journaling. I wonder if your memory is enhanced this way. I'll have to try it.
But, not the lost part. Then I would be REALLY lost.
Oh man, I hate it when I lose important stuff like that. But I have to say I would be sad if I all I lost was my sudoku book (with no lists inside) because I just love sudoku that much.
And it's funny to me how much we enjoy the same things. For example, we both love reading and I have read or am reading a lot of the same books as you. Our book clubs must be on the same wave length. :)
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