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    What Year IS This Anyway?

    So it is now the second week in January of this New Year. And I am still dating my checks as if it was last year. I know I have spoken about this before and I’m just letting you know that I’m still having a difficult time remembering to date the New Year until about March! It is as though my brain doesn’t fully understand that the calendar has turned over and that the date has once again moved ahead. How many times have you found yourself dating a check incorrectly during the first part of any New Year only to then realize your mistake, shake your head and cross off the incorrect date, then adding the right one? I almost wish that our checkbook could be set up to have the knowledge to automatically change the date itself. Much like our computer does. Even my television changes its date by itself each year. I’m thinking that with all this technology that we have today, it should be a no-brainer to be able to accomplish this! With all that is new these days, I would think that somebody would somehow come up with something that would make it difficult for us as people to forget to change the date at a New Year.

    Something sort of like a reminder in our checkbook that, yes, the calendar has once again moved forward and it’s now time to move the date one year ahead. It would be like having an idiot-proof calling mechanism installed in your mind. That way, there would be no risk of putting the wrong date on your checks every New Year. Think of it almost as an insurance policy for your being absent-minded. Or perhaps I am the only one that does this every year. But that cannot be possible, because I know for a fact that my Mom does the same thing! Maybe that’s just it: it’s genetic and I come by it honestly. I love that theory. It sort of lets me off the hook. I will eventually get the hang of writing the correct date, though I’m not sure when, as I’ve been telling myself this for about fifteen years.

    Since I am so type A about numbers in general, you’d think that I would be the first one to be in tune with changing the date. I actually remember every phone number I’ve ever used on a regular basis. And I tend to recall numbers way more than I do names. I’m not quite sure exactly where my daftness about the calendar year comes from, but I think I’ll keep justifying it to myself until I finally get the correct year through my head. Until then, have a happy 2002. Wait, it IS 2002, right?

    "Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"