You can be so accustomed to having something in a particular place that you just don’t see it anymore. Or, if you “see” it, the significance doesn’t register.
So it was with the 19 month calendar hanging on the wall in our kitchen.
Traditionally, I have liked having a physical calendar hanging on the wall. This particular location is in among the car/house/shed/whatever keys for this location and several others. Thus it is in front of everyone’s eyes multiple times a week, if not every day. With this many people living in a household, it forms a “obligation at a glance” for anything that might affect others in the household.
What? Oh, let us say medical appointments, travel, baseball games, or invitations.
And now we come to 2020. The medical appointments have slacken off to the point where just using our phone calendars work for George and I. There aren’t any baseball games or soccer matches. Travel? What is that? A trip down the hill for take-a-away? Invitations are a thing of the past, conferences are on-line.
All of which explains why this lovely, cheerful calendar is claiming that we are in August. Certainly there is nothing of import noted on the calendar. I took it down. I haven’t purchased a new one for this coming year. By the time I might need one, they all should be on sale…..