Monday, February 13, 2012
I drove up to the local Franklin-Covey store this morning, intent on browsing and procuring a storage box for my personal size Filofax pages. I wasn't sure if they carried them, but I would surely enjoy the hunt. Prior to entering the store I reviewed my black Amazona for too-intimate scribblings; I planned to censor as needed so that I could share my new bundle of joy with Franklin Covey manager Amy. Amy knows of my affliction and accepts it with a cheerful smile. I have told her about Plannerisms.com and Philofaxy.blogspot.com. I have shown her many incarnations of planners as I flitted in and out of her store, more likely leaving empty-handed than not. She was always friendly and kind.
Imagine my dismay when I saw that the pathway leading to the store was blocked by yellow and black tape! And a construction truck was backed up to the entrance!! Oh, no!! I crossed the tape and stared in the windows at a scooped out shell of a promise. Empty. Torn up. "This store is closed. Visit us online or in [a city far away]."
My Amazona, ready for its close-up as is, stayed put in my purse. And, I admit, I'm a bit relieved that there's one less person walking the streets of my neighborhood who senses the depth of my paper vice.
Posted by Nancy at 1:31 PM