I jot. A lot.
Whenever I clean I find scraps of paper with scribbled notes. This time they were in a little notepad in my car, jotted hastily in pencil during our road trip from Minnesota to California. There’s “Donner summit Vis Ctr. closed” which I remember thinking was funny (Do they serve food at the Donner Summit Visitor’s Center? ha ha ha).
Then there’s “Key – mailbox” which I must have written after talking to the realtor when we arrived in town.
Lastly is a little poem. I vaguely remember reading it on a billboard while driving through Nevada.
A shot of Tequila
Cold beer on tap
A good looking lady
to sit on your lap.