Instead of a bow tie around my neck or attached to my shirt this afternoon, I wore the word “bowtie” (I prefer the 2-word spelling of “bow tie”) and the Chevy bow tie symbol which are both printed on my t-shirt. As such, I’m wearing a rare two-fer Bow Tie o’ the Day. They each qualify.
The bigly task I assigned myself today was to deal with my notebook o’ passwords. For the last dozen years, I have filled its pages with hurriedly scribbled passwords, in no particular order, for all of my accounts on all of my devices. But honestly, I have also filled the notebook with things like Post-It notes, pieces of torn bill envelopes, and even a square of toilet paper—all covered with hastily written usernames and passwords when my Official Password Notebook wasn’t handy. As I’ve put each password-y scrap of paper into the notebook, I have always done it with the sincere intention of soon copying the passwords into the notebook when I had time. Well, whether or not I have the time, the time is ripe for me to organize and consolidate these passwords that are so necessary to the business of the current culture.
My password situation is more than a tad out of hand at this point. I dread it when Suzanne asks what the password is for something. I want to say, “How the heck should I know?” But I’m supposed to know, because I’m the one in charge of the Official Password Notebook, which is teeming with over a decade of unorganized information, including old usernames and passwords I simply haven’t gotten around to disposing of yet. Besides, I might need them eventually. Not! I’m sure Suzanne dreads having to ask me for a password, too, because I immediately get a consternated look on my face as I ferret through the notebook in my attempt to decipher what’s written on the million scraps of various sorts of paper. Successfully locating and translating whatever Holy Grail password Suzanne’s seeking at any given time is a process which takes me longer than it should. It’s also not a pretty event in which to participate.
Anyhoo… My goal is to consolidate every bit of information contained within the Official Password Notebook into the much-smaller-but-has-plenty-of-room notebook you can see in the last photo. The smaller notebook cover reminds me of Mom. And Relief Society. I like that. I’ll let you know how this project goes.
BTW The answer to this morning’s riddle is the word EMPTY.
