Typecasts in Exile: Arrival & Settlin’ In With a Fresh Typewriter & Desk!

Well, as in the beginning of this long saga, not really a typecast (well, it morphs into one, once I got a typewriter) – but I plead patience as I should have a typewriter soon. I have been checking the thrifts and found a black-shelled Olympia daisywheel, but too many of the keys didn’t work so I passed on it despite the $7.99 price tag. The price was encouraging, if other stores in this town have similar expectations. I have inquired with the clerks about how often they see typewriters pass through, and that question prompted two clerks to say they had one “in the basement/attic” and that they’d bring them in to have me take a look. In a couple of days, I may be on a more satisfactory keyboard than these plastic chicklets! :D

It has been some weeks since my last post, and I apologize to anyone waiting on the edges of their seats for touchdown news. All Hallow’s Eve came and Girl 1 had recovered enough to fly again, but not lift anything, so we couldn’t bring more than the felines and one carry-on. Everything else got tossed or stuffed in boxes to be mailed, if someone remembers to mail them. We got on the plane and I suppose we were lucky given the air travel situation right now, as we only had one re-planing due to the plane we were on running into a luggage cart, one near-collusion on landing, requiring a full-power roller-coaster move to get out of danger and back into the line of planes awaiting landing (let’s see, what’s 2 and a half miles at 350 miles an hour airspeed? I’m no good at math, but my gut tells me “not much”.) The near T-Boning of our Uber just exiting the airport seemed like a minor inconvenience after all that.