Notes

Why do people make notes, take notes, leave notes? Even my computer has Notes” little things to write notes on,

Why?

I never make notes, never take notes and rarely leave notes (only when I’m leaving a note for the War Office; she expects them and I like to keep the peace, most times πŸ˜‰ )

Are notes really necessary? All my acquaintance think so; well I suppose they do because they write them. But what do they do with them once they’ve written them?

Where do they keep them, do they read them? the word “Notes” I always feel should be followed by a question mark.

A few years back, when I signed up to be a volunteer guide at the museum, I along with a number of, other shall we say mature age, men and women went along to receive instructions on how to do it and not get, it by somebody who did it and got it!

Well something like that πŸ˜‰

Naturally I took along a note book as per the instructions, what I was going to do with it was beyond me. All the new kids on the block had their notebooks and pens/pencils at the ready, prepared Β to take copious notes, and looking very keen. Like a bunch of high school kids on their first day.

Not that I ever went to high school, so what would I know?

During the lecture if you can call it that, the pens/pencils were moving feverishly across the pages and I recall looking on in wonder, wondering what they were writing, should I be doing something similar, instead of listening to what was being said.

So I doodled, as I listened.

After the lecture, when we were told that we were all now qualified, volunteer tour guides, and welcome to the ranks, and when would we be available to start, as there was a shortage of guides.

All the newly qualified tour guides packed up their “Notes” usually placing them into folders specially bought for the occasion and we toddled off. I checked my doodles, while waiting for the ferry, to take me round to Circular Quay (it really should be semi-circular quay, not that it’s that anymore either), they didn’t look very interesting, so I dumped them in the garbage bin at the wharf.

So you can see I’m not particularly into “Notes”Β 

Are “Tweets”Β Β notes? I’ve been doing a bit of tweeting onΒ “Twitter” Β lately and I’m starting to suspect that they are…..!

14 thoughts on “Notes

  1. Reblogged this on LordBeariOfBow and commented:

    In that last post of mine I wrote about my thingy about “notes’ and how I
    d written a post or two some years ago on this subject. Well feeling in need of a rest after that epic 5000 word post I decided I’d take a rest and re-blog my posts on notes, so here’s the first.

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  2. I had my fill of taking notes while I was in schoolβ€”some teachers actually graded us on the quality of the notes! Notes are meant to remind you of the important information you were given (should you ever need it). I rarely read them over, and eventually ditched them. But they are different from ‘tweets’, which are a communication with others, not only yourself. Interest post, Bear!

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    1. Thanks Diane πŸ˜› A kindred spirit it seems

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  3. In school I took notes because it was material I needed to learn for exams. Since then notes have become reminders or bits of knowledge that I don’t want to forget and/or might want to refer back to on occasion. Sticky notes were a fabulous invention for people like me. There were always some stuck on my computer monitor. These days reminders go on my calendar, either because I put them there or because Google Assistant put them there for me. And I use Evernote to keep all my notes. The most important these days is my list of meds.

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    1. Excuses! excuses! really PT I expect more from one of your calibre 😈

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  4. HA! Great post, B!!! πŸ™‚
    I never liked taking notes in classes.
    I only like fun, friendly little notes left to make someone smile.
    Tweets and texts are not notes in my book, they are fun ways to communicate.
    Now, doodles!!! I’m a doodler from way back! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›
    HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

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    1. Always like doodles ever since I dodged the doodlebugs that Hitler sent to try and kill me 😈 Did I ever write about that,?😊😡 😈
      Think I might start writing about my life in the airline industry while I’m doodling away 🐾 πŸ©πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜…πŸΆ

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      1. I think you should write about ALL of that!!!
        :mrgreen: 🐻 🐢 o_O 😎 πŸ˜€ πŸ˜› 😈 πŸ™‚ :mrgreen:

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        1. all of what Carolyn? πŸ™‚ You need to be more specific, you know I’m old and going senile 😎 πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

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        2. Your life in the airline industry.
          The doodlebugs Hitler sent to try oust ya’.
          (Those things you mentioned in your comment to me)

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        3. I think I may have written about the doodlebugs that Hitler sent some time ago, I’ll see if I can find the post and reblog it.
          I might write a few posts on my time with the airlines, I loved that job; before moving on again.

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        4. Okie dokie! πŸ™‚

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        5. Just sent you an email link

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        6. Okay! Thanks!!! πŸ™‚

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