Waiting

I'm waiting somewhat impatiently for the arrival of the course book, a big red book apparently, affectionately known as the BRB. Everyone else in the world seems to have got theirs except me.
To while away the time usefully, I am in the process of trawling all my notebooks, travel diaries and itinerent scraps of paper for random ideas, snippets of phrases, half written stories & articles, and am transcribing them into one large hardbacked book.
It is surprising and amazing to rediscover ideas going back ten or more years. Ideas which I have never used but have faithfully carted around the world in the belief I would use them one day. As I read and write, new thoughts spring forth, but what perplexes me most are the cryptic phrases which have no immediate resonance and I am left wondering what was in my head. Happily the words themselves are suggesting new things which I am including in brackets in order to distinguish the original thoughts from the new. Even trying to decipher my writing is launching new ideas.
It is a task which is making me extraordinarily happy.