While I was battling a cold during the weekend, I realized the perfect weather we were having that day—I was freezing cold, due to my fever, but sitting outside made me feel incredibly lazy and warm and it made me feel like going up to my neighbors and telling them how much I love them and appreciate the fact that we live next to each other, regardless of all the times their children kick their soccer balls into our backyard.
Inspired by this, I took out my mom’s old typewriter and wrote a friend a letter. I didn’t feel like writing nonsense, but I didn’t want to write a serious, emotional meltdown about how she was the light of my life or the reason I woke up each morning.
If you can tell, by reading what you can read, using a typewriter to write out things is not always that fun. It is, most of the time, except when you 1) mess up, 2) press a key that mixes up the functions of the keys for you, or 3) accidentally move the space you were in and have to calculate precisely the line you were writing in (or else you end up with a mixed-up word, like the I in “In this envelope…”
The stationary was my mom’s in the 70’s—how sweet is that! She never used it so she gave it to me. That was my special account of the day.