January 7: Typewriter
January 8, 2013 § 2 Comments
Ah, children! Once in a while they do something so fantastic that you know for sure that it’s all been worthwhile (only kidding — I always think it’s worthwhile, though sometime I don’t think I am doing such a fabulous job). Case in point: J. discovered that we have a typewriter upstairs, and insisted on bringing it down so he could type on it. Now, this is not just any typewriter. It’s the typewriter I had in high school and college, and which I used to write a lot of the stories and poems I published in my youth. We actually brought it back from Belgrade a few years ago, just so I could have it around. I thought that maybe I’d write more if I had my old typewriter, but it only ended up on top of a shelf now populated by Lego sets that can’t fit in J’s room. But that’s where the hero of this story comes in. On his request, we brought the typewriter down, put a new ribbon in it, and together we wrote J’s first typewritten book:
It was a “find” book, meaning that you had to find things in it: one clock, two hats, three snakes, and four clouds:
The proud mom then typed her own stuff for a while, but it may take a while before I can find something meaningful to write. I am not disciplined about writing, and instead have always relied on that elusive inspiration. But I may try to type a little every night, just to get into that frame of mind of the teenage me who adored Jack Kerouac and thought that his writing method was the best thing ever.
On a different note, J. brought this art piece from school today:
To me, this is public education at its best. I love it!