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I've been using a Happy Planner since last spring, and although I liked the ring binding better than I thought I would, and I always liked the layout, ultimately I decided it was too big to go another year.
I decided to go back to the Traveler's Notebook system. I went through an intense Midori phase a few years ago and still have some extra covers; I use one as a travel journal/scrapbook and once I scored one of the limited edition Traveler's Factory airport edition covers I never used anything else. So I'm using the Pan Am blue cover for the planner and all I needed to get was the inserts. I got a monthly for financial tracking, a weekly for everything else, a dot grid notebook for lists and longer notes, and a clear pocket for stencils and the little sticky notes I like to use.
I did buy one new accessory for it:
I've just always wanted one of these binder clips.
Over the weekend I covered the inserts with patterned paper, something I've always done with Traveler's Notebook inserts, because why not, and made a cardstock folder. I'll probably start using it April 1st--the monthly and weekly inserts are customizable so you can start them whenever you want. My Happy Planner goes until the end of May but eh, why wait.
Saturday Mom was having lunch with Ashley, so I just made her toast and had a bagel for myself. I did the drugstore/carwash/grocery store round, and at home I vacuumed the downstairs rugs and mopped the kitchen floor.
I fully understand why kitchen floors were such a midcentury housewife pain point that they essentially jumpstarted first wave feminism. It's such a pointless chore! They get dirty again immediately!! But you can't just never clean them or they're disgusting.
I bought a dozen eggs at the store, and Mom brought home a dozen more from Ashley, so David made egg salad sandwiches for supper. Afterwards I watched Coherence, a really low-budget/no effects but very interesting science fiction movie from about 10 years ago, because I heard Nicholas Brendan had died. Apparently he suffered from some pretty bad substance abuse issues that manifested as domestic violence, so yikes. I'm mourning the character Xander Harris, but not necessarily the guy who tried to strangle multiple women while blackout drunk.
Xander Harris would never!
Anyway, it's on Prime right now and it's a pretty fun mindfuck of a movie.
Sunday I was going to make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, but I saw we had some blueberries in the fridge. And for once they were small, not those giant ones that never get soft enough. So I made blueberry pancakes and bacon. Between breakfast and showering I put together my planner and watched 48 Hours.
I put clean sheets on the bed, washed the dirty sheets and folded a load of towels that were in the dryer. I baked some dog treats and froze a can of pumpkin in small sections using an ice cube tray. (I put it in Penny's food, stewed pumpkin is very good for their digestive system and she hasn't had diarrhea once since I started doing it.) I did some work lunch and dinner prep, using more of the egg surplus to make a Japanese rolled omelette.
Dinner was blackberry herb pork chops, basil pearl couscous, and chopped Italian salad, and I made a peach cobbler for dessert. It's early for stone fruit, but I found a recipe where you can use canned peaches. I know, but it's still better than no peach cobbler, right? Anyway, I had no complaints.
After supper I watched the new episode of Dark Winds--did I mention Udo Kier has a small part? It must be the last thing he filmed. He died on my birthday, which is one of those things that feels weird but doesn't actually mean anything.
I read until bed; I'm currently reading The Measure by Nikki Erlick. As literature it's not great, the prose is pretty pedestrian and the characters are shallow. But as a thought experiment--what would happen if every adult on the planet found out how long they would live--it's interesting enough to finish. Some of the things she comes up with seem like they would probably happen, too, like insurance premiums going way up for "short stringers" (what people with shorter lifespans come to be called).
I decided to go back to the Traveler's Notebook system. I went through an intense Midori phase a few years ago and still have some extra covers; I use one as a travel journal/scrapbook and once I scored one of the limited edition Traveler's Factory airport edition covers I never used anything else. So I'm using the Pan Am blue cover for the planner and all I needed to get was the inserts. I got a monthly for financial tracking, a weekly for everything else, a dot grid notebook for lists and longer notes, and a clear pocket for stencils and the little sticky notes I like to use.
I did buy one new accessory for it:
I've just always wanted one of these binder clips.
Over the weekend I covered the inserts with patterned paper, something I've always done with Traveler's Notebook inserts, because why not, and made a cardstock folder. I'll probably start using it April 1st--the monthly and weekly inserts are customizable so you can start them whenever you want. My Happy Planner goes until the end of May but eh, why wait.
Saturday Mom was having lunch with Ashley, so I just made her toast and had a bagel for myself. I did the drugstore/carwash/grocery store round, and at home I vacuumed the downstairs rugs and mopped the kitchen floor.
I fully understand why kitchen floors were such a midcentury housewife pain point that they essentially jumpstarted first wave feminism. It's such a pointless chore! They get dirty again immediately!! But you can't just never clean them or they're disgusting.
I bought a dozen eggs at the store, and Mom brought home a dozen more from Ashley, so David made egg salad sandwiches for supper. Afterwards I watched Coherence, a really low-budget/no effects but very interesting science fiction movie from about 10 years ago, because I heard Nicholas Brendan had died. Apparently he suffered from some pretty bad substance abuse issues that manifested as domestic violence, so yikes. I'm mourning the character Xander Harris, but not necessarily the guy who tried to strangle multiple women while blackout drunk.
Xander Harris would never!
Anyway, it's on Prime right now and it's a pretty fun mindfuck of a movie.
Sunday I was going to make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, but I saw we had some blueberries in the fridge. And for once they were small, not those giant ones that never get soft enough. So I made blueberry pancakes and bacon. Between breakfast and showering I put together my planner and watched 48 Hours.
I put clean sheets on the bed, washed the dirty sheets and folded a load of towels that were in the dryer. I baked some dog treats and froze a can of pumpkin in small sections using an ice cube tray. (I put it in Penny's food, stewed pumpkin is very good for their digestive system and she hasn't had diarrhea once since I started doing it.) I did some work lunch and dinner prep, using more of the egg surplus to make a Japanese rolled omelette.
Dinner was blackberry herb pork chops, basil pearl couscous, and chopped Italian salad, and I made a peach cobbler for dessert. It's early for stone fruit, but I found a recipe where you can use canned peaches. I know, but it's still better than no peach cobbler, right? Anyway, I had no complaints.
After supper I watched the new episode of Dark Winds--did I mention Udo Kier has a small part? It must be the last thing he filmed. He died on my birthday, which is one of those things that feels weird but doesn't actually mean anything.
I read until bed; I'm currently reading The Measure by Nikki Erlick. As literature it's not great, the prose is pretty pedestrian and the characters are shallow. But as a thought experiment--what would happen if every adult on the planet found out how long they would live--it's interesting enough to finish. Some of the things she comes up with seem like they would probably happen, too, like insurance premiums going way up for "short stringers" (what people with shorter lifespans come to be called).
