I once read about a servant called the King’s Remembrancer. His job was to follow the king around and jot down whatever the monarch wanted jotted. The remembrancer was kind of a human Post-It.
That would be great. You’d never find yourself striding boldly from one room to another – only to forget why on earth you were sanding the birdhouse.
You wouldn’t see your own Post-Its everywhere. You wouldn’t head-scratch over cryptic reminders (“gherkins now”). Your phone would be wherever you wanted it.
I do know those work-from-home people who brag about the impeccable to-do lists they make every night. They never make their cats wait for breakfast. They use their fresh morning hours to write the next five pages of their latest novels. They make muffins. They scrub spoons.
They call the mayor about the latest outrage.
They don’t interrupt their routine to fold towels or mope about the futility of human existence. They don’t whine. They just get it together and smile while they do all that daily scutwork.
Maybe what I really need is a King’s Forgetter.
The many faces of a human Post-It
Thanks. Now back to the scutwork.
It would be great to have a Queen’s Rememberer; my Forgetter needs a good rest.
I love the idea of having exactly the helpers we want. Including whidk-awayets!