37 years…

…of old calendars. That’s what’s in the third drawer of my 4-drawer file cabinet. Why, if I am trying to simplify my life, do I still have them? The last 24 are the “AT-A-GLANCE” two-full pages per month, spiral bound versions from Staples. This year’s , sitting open on my desk, will make 25. Glancing through the first one: 1987—is full of cryptic notes: January 23, “DInner with S+A.” Who is that? Some entries are in David’s handwriting, and involved our Belgium Sheepdogs. We went to dog shows where David showed the dogs. We made friends, became “dog people.” Most took it very seriously; I did not, but other than the miasma of dog shit hanging in the air at the shows, it was fun and David loved it.