Back On The Grid

I keep a paper calendar. I like the layout where you can see the whole month at one time, the kind that gives you two square inches dedicated to any one day. Every November, I’d buy my refill in person at Staples. Cashiers often assumed I was a teacher, asking if I had a discount card to apply towards my school marmy purchase. But I’m not. I’m just a papery and visual person, with a host of technical disabilities, and my paper calendar is my Mother Board (patent pending on just-thought-of new line of calendars for captains of domesticity; stay tuned, market).