I wanted to write a special letter for Bill for Father's Day with my old typewriter but she refused to cooperate :o Old typewriters are very particular.
I bought my rusty typewriter some time ago but it's only now that I'm using it (or trying to). What an experience! Every time I attempted to type something on my beautiful acid-free cotton paper I had to start all over again. My brain got all messed up, I thought that I could hit the delete button or do spelling correction but I forgot that only computers do that! This little machine is very strict, she wants me to focus and use my brain properly but I forgot how to do that after so many years using a computer.
This "portable" typewriter weights as much as Diego (at his current weight Diego is not portable anymore) and it has as much personality as Diego does as well. I order to make the typing experience more fun I bought the machine to my bed, I placed it on a pillow but she did not like it at all. It kept falling on one side or the other. I put it on my lap but the weight killed my circulation. This typewriter doesn't want to be treated like a laptop. I finally had to treat her like a typewriter so I put it back on the table. Perfect! She loves it!
I almost forgot to tell you that I named her Mildred. I'm sure that we will get along well, eventually. I hope that she enjoys the idea of collaborating with me in order to do something creative. Now back to taking care of the last details before Bill arrives!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY FOR ALL THE DADS OUT THERE!
(And thanks a lot for the Facebook hugs sent from my sidebar, they make me happy!)