Typewriters are like old movies… put down a few bucks. Sit down… enjoy. Admit nothing later.
For a few bucks more…
Category: wordplay
Grown accustomed to its type…
What if… I smile tomorrow?
It’s fun to just put aside time each day to type… to think out loud and let the words flow and thoughts grow as they wish. So… I think I might smile in the morning and see if the day is different than just getting up and letting the world set its on pace. I will control my destiny and be upbeat if I want to… which reminds me of something a English teacher once said about me: “I can see you standing in front of a tree… saying: “Grow!” I took this in stride… people talk to plants all the time.
300th Post
My first post felt special. My 50th made me giddy. I sought out a 100 year old typewriter to mark my 100th post but was sent a 85 year old one by mistake. The 200th was full of images. Now I reach 300 and this blog is both more than I ever expected and less than I had hoped. The reality is wonderful… the dream just fades like a pleasant memory. No regrets for what is… more words are waiting to reach paper… Thank you everyone for your time. You have filled my time and life with insight…. support and kindness. 66 more to go then who knows.
Gee!
What words a Royal will bring…
Sometimes I just get behind the keyboard and let the words spring from my fingers as they wish. Each press of the key can take me anywhere… to mirth… or sadness… reflection or just feelings of creation or nothing. On this day I just let the keys speak. I just play with words…
104 & the Remington 10 still likes to play…
A foolish thing… Cap(ital) thoughts…
They use to say that politics was all about comprise. The same can be said for typewriters when they are out of alignment. If you work together you can get better results by going to one’s strengths. Something learned from a 1913 Royal 5. Just one way to get everyone on the same page.
Gee!
As the spool turns (a typeopera)
Another day behind the keyboard…
The typewriter forgets who lifts the heavy load and presses the keys and thinks of what to say… with out me… you are just a display… so thought Gee.
But what are thoughts… and muscles… without a muse to inspire and to work with as a team… thinks Gee of his Underwood…
Just felt like typing… with nothing to say…
Sometimes I just like to press the keys… words still flow and I feel better… this is one of those days.
The world of IF!
My Remington Travel-Riter from 1952 is a machine that I keep wanting to fault. It is small, but types like a giant. It is rusty, dull, and rattles… but the key’s and all the critical parts are smooth and flawless in execution and motion. The only thing lower in price for this machine would be free. Every thing works so well… that it would be the only machine I would ever need if I weren’t vain and shallow and wanting more features and polished paint. This Travel-Riter looks well traveled and it has traveled well. A great tool… some times plain is just what you need.
