First
I am sure that a lot of people are writing about new years day, proposing peace and goodwill along with resolutions of some kind or other. My not so better half would say he will be glad when we get out our naive annual euphoria and back to normal, gritty humanity, but I'm not such a smart mouth, so I won't.
The only thing I consider about today is that it's the start of being able to do everything for the first time this year. If one finds the thought entertaining, one could make a big day of it. The first cup of coffee, for example. I might go down to Pete's coffee, or one of the coffee shops on Alberta street, if they are open, and make that first brew a special one. How about the first thing you say to someone. Why not try for something extra nice?
That's just a thought. I'm being lazy and inattentive today, so I have not determined to do any of those things -except being civil. I always try and do that. As for resolutions, I never make them. I plan to read more and learn the art of writing, but that's a goal I made some time ago, and it doesn't need an annual renewal. A goal is just that, until it is done, and if it isn't done, then it was a lie.
The picture above shows one of my relics. I've been using it lately, and I really like it. If you wonder how I get what comes from that old dinosaur onto the computer, I can tell you that the scanner we have has optical character recognition software that deciphers what I wrote, then brings it up in Word. Not bad at all.
The whiskey to the right of the old Underwood is something I've been meaning to buy for about a year and a half. I'm not much of a whiskey drinker, but this stuff is very smooth and very good, and I figured this is a good time to get some, so why not do it now?
2 comments:
"Very smooth and very good..."
Thank you, Mr Hemingway, and remember, let's keep it GRITTY!
Speaking of firsts, The Wife is taking her first vacation and leaving us alone for three days. That's a damn good way to start the year.
I can still remember my first old typewriter ... oh how I miss it, and the cha ching noise as it was time to move up to the next line.
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