Bought a gorgeous old typewriter at a garage sale that is so old that to make an exclamation mark you have to hit the apostrophe key and then backspace and put in a period!!!!! Got a bit giddy with the single !!!!!!!!!!!! here!!!!!!!!!! And had a chuckle at the memory of one of my kids, raised on computers, investigating a typewriter for the first time and wondering where the Erase key was. I’ve put the ol’ Remington on display where my eye can gaze on it fondly as I delete and select all and copy and paste………
CBC Radio has been playing this smile-evoking song called When Cats Go Wrong (from a CD titled Orange Cats Make the Best Pets, I believe, by two Ontario artists). Enjoy it each time I hear it. After it was aired this morning another song was played but the lyrics were obscured by the music and, not for the first time, I wondered why this is such a common occurrence. Must be on purpose. Maybe akin to the poetry that one must struggle through (if one chooses to bother!) to get at the meaning. Seems silly to me, particularly since communication is one major factor in happily relating to other human beings. Why cloud it. It’s enough of a challenge when we are trying to be clear and straight forward.
Just discovered Marian Babson and her mystery books. Yippeee! She’s written oodles of them and as far as I know she is still alive and writing. Yippeee again! Nine Lives to Murder was almost a read-at-one-sitting but I resisted and let the book become several looked-forward-to sessions. And I look forward to all those other titles. I have the feeling that if I lived next door to Sue Grafton and saw her out in her garden I would likely shout across the fence, “Rot Rorking Roday, Rue?” Some unreasonable part of me expects her to produce the next in the series as fast -almost! – as I read each one.