It's a small blue notebook and it was originally meant for Andrew so he could keep track of when and what he ate. But I decided not to give it to him; he is a grown man and should be able to do that for himself. Plus, I wanted the notebook. It has a plastic cover making it durable and it has a small folder first thing inside. It's handy to book. So, I was reading a book one day, just some random piece of fiction I picked up and I came across a word of which I did not know the definition.
So, I opened the notebook and wrote that word down. Other words have come to stand next to that first one and while I haven't looked up the definition yet, I have plans for that little blue notebook. It's going to be filled with words and definitions, with tidbits, with facts galore, and all for me. Whatever sparks my briefest interest, I shall jot it down in the notebook and it's pages shall go from white striped blue to many colors. Many pens and pencils earning their keep by writing down the words that have given me pause. Thus, I shall learn about nearly everything. Fictional books provide much to ponder.
I am excited by this little blue notebook and the information not yet contained in it.
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