I realised a couple of days ago that I need some new pictures of pens artistically posed across scribble (my general purpose photo for talking about writing or poetry (as if I know anything about it)). The orange Parker Pen, which I hoped would be my way to fame and fortune and free pens, proved o be a dead end. Then it broke. The barrels of recently made pens are so thin that they crack and when the ink gets into the cracks on brightly coloured pens, it shows up badly.
I also broke a good quality one and most of my others started clogging on a regular basis and I got so fed up of washing them out that I went back to fibre tips, then biros. Biro is cheap and, mainly reliable. Fibre tips, particularly cheap ones (my natural position in the market) can be erratic and unreliable so I bought some cheap Parker ballpoints and they are doing OK.
There will be some new photos in coming days.
Iranian Vegetable Stew – last night’s stew had dumplings and no yoghurt, and the greens were different. But it’s the nearest I’ve got.
Meanwhile, I have successfully wasted a day. The morning was quite productive, then someone sent me an auction catalogue. Well, you have to check in case there is anything you want, don’t you? According to Julia “You don’t.”. This is one of the areas where we disagree. However, she was the one who wanted children, and they have cost far more than my collecting. The main difference is that my collection has a resale value, but that sort of thing is frowned on when it comes to children. Mine were badly trained, so I don’t suppose they would have been worth much anyway.
At lunch (which was last night’s vegetable stew with additional herbs and a go whizzing from a stick blender) we realised it is Thursday already. Where does the time go?
Sumac and Sedum. I had no pictures of dumplings but after “dum” I picked up a picture with sedums. Search engines, less reliable than politicians . . .
I went with gel pens. So far, the most reliable.
I have seen them but didn’t really consider them as I am stuck in my ways. I will think . . .
You know I don’t mind inky fingers
🙂 It’s the inky shirts and the clogged nobs that finally made me go back to biro.
I agree about modern pens, though I was always a very inky fingered schoolboy in fountain pen days.
I expect your children think very fondly of you too.
I’m still inky-fingered today – even biros seem to amrk me. At least they don’t leak in my pocket like fountain pens.
They both seem able to turn a profit buying old furniture so something rubbed off. 🙂
I get a lot of pleasure from the fact that other people seem to like our children, so we must have done something right.
To be fair, other people like my kids, so I know what you mean. However, after years of putting up with them I was glad to see them leave.
It is always good to be able to successfully waste a whole day.
It takes more worrk than you would think – I’m exhausted now!
I can well imagine.