I'm changing calendars tomorrow. Replacing the tattered 2007 one with a shiny 2008 one. There's lots of white space waiting to be filled by kids activities, birthdays, parties - there's already a bridal shower in January waiting to be pencilled in. I've taken to saving the old calendars. Maybe I don't like the idea of tossing out the old year - too dismissive. So I keep them in a drawer, one year on top of the previous one. There are ten years piled into a three-inch stack of faded cardstock and twisted wire binding - a lot of living compressed in those three inches.

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