Well, I am one word short. This is the last word in the jar. Wish. A perfect word for tomorrow and the entire year 2021. Wish for better days ahead. Wish that no one else gets sick or heaven forbid- dies. Wish for Peace On Earth and Goodwill To Mankind.
My Green Square. Unconditional Love. Prosperity. Abundance. Good Health. My wish for each and every one reading this and everyone else who I don't even know.
Yesterday I asked daughter to get me a desk calendar for the New Year (I had not seen one in the very limited number of spaces I am safe to occupy these days). She was in the parking lot of Target at the time. She was just about to go inside. So--my good fortune. She found only a small calendar and the guy standing nearby tried- as a joke- to take it away from her. He needed a calendar. Daughter went around the corner and found a large calendar - the size to slide under the keyboard and desktop computer. Then- because she is the person she is- went looking for the guy to give him the smaller calendar.
I started work on selecting things for my blue square last night. Then I watched some news. Looked at pictures of the over 100 service personnel who have died of COVID (shown on MSNBC). Police, Rescue and Fire. My dad was Police. So I looked at their faces- mostly older- now dead. And thought of their families. They ran toward danger. Could I? Would I? I kind of think I would. My father said it terrified him but he still did it.
Sigh. I just finished reading the morning newspaper. Some of the pages were the same as yesterday's paper. How did they let that happen? I worked for a small Town newspaper and I can say for sure that heads would have rolled and been fired if we had done something like that. And that paper was pretty incompetent as the last ones to touch the paper were 20 year old pot smoking jokers. Who made me laugh everyday. I was in charge of the ads getting into the paper. Who thought I knew how to do that???? Geez, Life was FUN back then. What I actually wanted to do was type the news copy. No way.
I actually love typing. If I could live my Life over again, I would have rolls of fresh black inky typewriter ribbon and just go to college with my typewriter and type. Even though I didn't know how to type. Because I know now- that you learn as you go- because your brain figures it out before your fingers do. That one high school typing class I failed- was good enough. I type. I am a person who knows how to type with all ten fingers. I am a person who has volunteered to type newsletters for every organization I have ever joined. I learned how to do columns. I amazed myself so many many times.
I WISH I had known I could do this......sooner.
I found a "college ruled" notebook at the grocery store. Same kind of page that I used for Morning Pages and now the Washing Machine Pages. This new one. This new different sized notebook with a black cover like the others. Available at the grocery store periodically........well. It gives me a chance to be writing something else....some other kind of pages. Now to decide what I will write in this new notebook.
2 comments:
I love to type too. Learned to type in high school on a manual typewriter, wish I owned one today. My grandfather owned the Eastern Colorado News and when we were kids I just loved to go and watch him set type and print the paper and he would let us help fold the papers for delivery. Hotter than heck in the summer with the melting lead. He was a wonderful photographer too. Such good memories. I do hope you continue with your Daily Notes as I love coming here everyday to read.
Happy New Year to you and your family
I, too, wish I had an old fashioned manual typewriter.
Thank you so much for coming to visit and read everyday- it makes me very happy to know that Beverly.
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