What once was lost...
On notebooks lost, found, lost, and found again, before being lost then found.
I found my Trailhead notebook, after all. The one Ryan Slie gave to me (he’s very generous). It fell from a magazine as I shuffled things around on the kitchen counter. A mystery I’ll never solve.
This one lost notebook triggered a cascade. Once I accepted the loss, I moved on to a kraft book from Field Notes. DRAMATIC TURN: I lost that notebook. Needing a notebook while on a trip to Austin, I started a Rosie the Riveter notebook from Archie McPhee, purchased at the wonderful BookPeople in Austin, TX. If you’re following this Inception-plot, that’s three notebook layers, with half-completed scribbles in all of them, blowing up any idea of consistency in timeline or archiving. The ouroboros unwound itself nicely: after I finished the Rosie notebook, I found the kraft book (it was hidden in plain sight on the kids’ arts and crafts table. I had put a child-like sticker on the cover that served as camouflage). Finally, this morning, the last shoe dropped onto the counter.
I wish my future archivist the best of luck unraveling this tangled web of chronology
