Neglect! Disuse! But not forgotten. Thank goodness for that. I’ve come a long way since finding this little blue boy waiting patiently on the top shelf at Salvation Army Thrift Store. He single-handedly revived my love for typewriters. It’s nice to have him out of the garage and back onto the table again.
Speaking of tables, I’ve been keeping an eye out for a more substantial table for typing. I never see anything at the thrift stores, but I did recently see a couple possibilities at a discount store. Even at discount prices, they seemed a bit much for the quality. But the deciding factor was that the height wasn’t quite right and could not be adjusted. So the search goes on…
I am thankful summer is drawing to a close. We’re still seeing temps in the high 90’s and even triple digits, but there is an end in sight. I would love to move somewhere with more moderate weather–even rain–but the wife is very close to her family. A summer home in the mountains is not out of the question, though.
I’m glad to be typing again. And it was fitting to go back to the one that started it all. This typer wasn’t the only casualty of my summer lethargy. All the others suffered in camaraderie. My vinyl collection, too, languished. I have finally cleaned my first record in months and am now spinning Elton John’s “Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player,” which is undeniably one of his best. As the second side draws to a close, so does this post. //gs