Sticky notes have taken over my parents' farmhouse. It’s the latest Rempel trend. Tiny fluorescent squares arbitrarily garnishing random
surfaces, mainly in the kitchen.
Short, pertinent messages scrawled in pen. Pay cell phone bill. Take
garbage to dump. Oil change Saturday 8 AM. Call the vet. Said reminders were created
nameless, but all serve a relevant purpose: to battle procrastination. A hopeless attempt to organize pink,
orange, blue and green squares only leads to confusion of the original
placement of the notes and a brand-new explosion of rewritten reminders.
Most trends do not last in our household.
Other tendencies have included: compost heaps in the garden in a mild
effort to support the trend of “going green”, recycling (see previous), family
meetings implementing a token “talking-stick”, and revoking vehicle privileges
as a form of punishment.
My mother deserves a medal. She is the most proactive woman I know. She would rather hand-till the garden
or weed an entire shelter-belt than sit and, heaven forbid, relax.
To her chagrin, she was stuck with four lackluster individuals named
family.
Again, the shelf life of
good intent in our house is short and sweet.
