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About this time last year I made the switch from Evernote, which I’d used since it came out, to Microsoft OneNote, which is an integrated part of my Office software. After making a ‘trial run’ of OneNote to see how I could organize everything, I knew this was the better program for me. I hated to let Evernote go – they’ve been very good to me! But I just needed more than what their program offers.
imho, the worst thing about OneNote is that there aren’t a lot of templates available (although I’ve found they’re easy made), and there doesn’t seem to be much support / tips’n tricks available.
The biggest plus is that it integrates with the other Office programs – you can “print” to or from OneNote and share in the Office cloud (though I don’t use Skydrive – does anyone?). I keep my OneNote files inside my Dropbox folder – so it backs up its own backups, essentially. The program is largely intuitive. It’s easy to figure out what does what and what you can and can’t do with it. As for the lack of support et al, googling OneNote turns up what I’m looking for. I like that I can customize the interface, too. In the quickview bar, I have only the tools I use most often; everything else is tucked into the ribbon.
I have ADHD (leaning toward the Inattentive/Distractive side), so the way I organize things drives people straight up a wall. For them, it’s not intuitive or organized. For me it makes perfect sense. (I have friends who don’t like using my laptop because they never can find anything – but to me, its organization makes perfect sense)
OneNote is designed to mimic a collection of spiral notebooks, with metaphors of tabs and pages. It has six total levels of organization–notebooks, sections, subsections, pages, and two levels of subpages. OneNote also has a system of links that allow notes to contain links to other notes, or to a Web page, a Word document, or a PowerPoint presentation.
I have three notebooks. One is for all my personal stuff, one is for all my blogging stuff, and the third is for all my writing stuff. I could break the writing notebook down into three notebooks, really: writing advice, adult stuff, young adult stuff. And I might if it keeps getting more crowded in there.
Another thing about OneNote is that you can size and position the sidepanels. You can put them on the right or the left and collapse them or widen them as large as you need them to be. When you open a notebook, tabs open across the top of the display, so really you can collapse the notebook pane entirely to give yourself more workspace. As well, you can minimize the pages panel. You can also color the notebooks and individual tabs any color you like, just like a physical notebook, to help sort this into that. “Oh, that’s in the green tab.” Click! Very handy if you’re as visual as I am. One thing I don’t like is that each page and subpage (and sub subpage and sub sub subpage, ad nauseum) under a given tab is the same color as that tab. I’d like to be able to color the individual pages – that’d be awesome!
Like I said, I prefer OneNote over Evernote; it’s what works for me. OneNote gives me so many more organizing / sorting / filing options. Also, the workspace is more user-friendly – I can make everything else smaller in order to view what I need to see / work on. OneNote pastes text into blocks (similar to a text block in Word) that you can click and drag around to reposition where you’d like. If you have a lot of small elements (small text bits / pictures) on a page, this comes in handy; it allows you to put things where they’re more available to you.
Since I started using OneNote last year, I’ve dumped almost all of my writing notes into the program. Some stuff still remains on my hard drive, but bit by bit, I’m moving it all into notebooks. This is so much better to (and for) me than having endless folders with endless streams of documents. Click FAQ tab, and voila, there’s everything in a neat little row for me to pick and choose from. Even with descriptive file names, I’d find myself sitting here thinking, “Is this the file I need? Or is it this one?” I don’t have to do that any more. Less muss, less fuss – I’m all for that!
So we did it again. Preston and I bought each other the same card. We’re good at that. You should see our keepsake box. It’s full of either the exact same card or cards are so similar that they could pass for the same. A friend asked us yesterday how we do that. My only answer was, “We’re the same person in two bodies?” It could be true. And Preston just stood there nodding his head saying, “It is true!”
The same friend also asked us how we can remember what we had for lunch the day we met (he had taken us to the store so we could pick up ingredients for said lunch). Because I was starving that day? Because I was loaded with emotional trauma? Because it was delicious? Because it was Preston? Because Preston bought me lunch? Gods, who knows? It’s like people who remember exactly what they were wearing when they met. I don’t know what Preston and I were wearing, but I do remember where we were sitting (sadly, it’s no longer there!).
Have you ever heard the phrase “they’re retarded for each other“? Well, really, that’s me and Preston. It’s true. And it’s been true for going-on twenty years. Twenty years next month. Where did the time go? It just doesn’t seem possible!
But today. Today we celebrate our Gwyddon wedding. Twelve years ago today. Our apartment was full of friends and family, and we were all so happy – and so full of ritual and food! I’m sitting here now looking out the window and remembering the weather that day. To us, the day was absolutely beautiful. Our gods smiled. We lived the day under severe storm warnings. The day was full of torrential rain, high winds, and much lightning and thunder. We had originally planned to have the ritual outside on the patio but had to move it inside to the living room, but it worked okay.
You know you want to know what’s on the menu. What did we have for lunch the day we met and walked together starry-eyed into The Grille? Go ahead and laugh – we do. Deli sandwiches. We had deli sandwiches on Kaiser rolls (meat, lettuce, tomato, red onion, and dressings), french fries, and root beers. My mind also keeps wanting to tell me we split a basket of breadsticks – The Grille had the best breadsticks, and they were just a dollar a basket. But I didn’t get any breadsticks. But I did get a Pepperidge Farm frozen chocolate fudge cake for later. The cake we had with our ritual was a German chocolate cake; those are hard to do for just two people!
I told him later we need to play at least one round of Corbin-rules Rummy or SongBurst or some board game. Trivia for Dummies (but that’s not as fun with two people)? Monopoly? I’d even take my socks off for that, wouldn’t I, Preston?
Love you so, so very much. Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow, until the day after the end of Forever …
There is a sound of abundance of rain – I Kings
I love porches. I particularly love porches in the rain, particularly if they’re screened in. My great-grandmother had a terrific porch, but it wasn’t screened, and even if it had been, it still faced the prevailing winds. What Granny did have, though, was a tin roof. Her attic was located mostly over the kitchen and the “cold room” (began life as a side-porch but was later closed in), so when it rained, you could hear it deliciously dancing over that tin roof.
Now Granny’s roof wasn’t one of those new, colorized punched-tin roofs. It was made of those drab-grey corrugated sheets of tin that tended to rust with age or if they weren’t cared for properly. If wind blew across the hills “just right”, the eaves sang, and the tin whistled. I always thought that if those tin sheets ever came loose in the breeze, they would play Litz.
[[i’m making an effort to write down memories instead of letting them get lost inside to time. i collected a bunch from my old blog. i also make notes when memories pop into the forefront of my mind. this post is the second in a series that’s going to crop up now and again.]]
… read the instructions??
I guess, that is, if you can find them.
See, I made a big pot of homemade beef vegetable soup for dinner. Preston called at 10:30 and said that he’d rather have fish portions and a baked potato. Fine by me. I washed the potato and put it in to bake. When he got home at 11:45, I put the fish portions in, but I couldn’t find the cooking instructions, although I was sure I’d saved them in the Ziploc with the food. Oh well. Into the oven go the fish portions.
You can see where this is going, right??
Fifteen minutes later, I took the fish portions out to turn them over. And yup. Stuck on the back of one were the cooking instructions! I was laughing so hard I couldn’t get the fished turned over. I’m still giggling. Preston swore, though, that they did not taste like instructions when he ate them — er, the fish portions that is.
[[this is a post from 2003. i promised preston’s mother around this time last year that i’d make an effort to start writing memories down instead of letting them get lost inside my head. i collected a bunch from blue moon journal that i didn’t want to lose and saved them. i’m also in the process of making strong notes when memories pop into the forefront of my mind. this post is the first in a series that’s going to crop up now and again.]]
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
~ music & lyrics by JBF Wright
My Augusts are full of love.
Around this time nineteen years ago, I met Preston. 1992.
August 14, 2007, I said goodbye to caffeine on a regular, daily basis.
Thomas received his kidney transplant August 20, 2007.
My life is better for all of these things, and for them I’m grateful.
happy birthday tommy. you’d have been 49 this year.
This came to me while I was writing a while ago – yes about visiting a gravesite.
Maybe it’s a holdover from watching people growing up, maybe even from the way I was raised. But I always feel like that when I go to visit a gravesite, I should say something when I’m there. Inherently, I know the person is no longer there – especially given my Gwyddon background and our views of how death ‘works’.
Anyway. This is just me thinking out loud.
What do you do when you visit a gravesite?