Reading...Pronounced like the Color...

THIS is the first piece that I’m doing on the new one. Smart of me, having years of affection built up to be messed up by the spilling of half a glass of water. Yes, smart really. But it’s only in losing it that I realized what it was – you only cherish what you’ve lost. The writing. The week without writing was almost too much. Not that I’m saying I didn’t do the pen and paper thing (you have no idea how many pages I COULD fill) but then, that’s a whole different realm of feeling. Emerson could fill ten, eleven pages a morning with pen in hand but could he do as much if he were given a piece of stone to carve his thoughts on? No, inspiration is supposed to be beyond the medium but let’s not kid ourselves by saying the medium doesn’t count.

So here it is, the t=t=ty damn still trying to get used to the new keyboard (I meant to write “typing”). My fingers still remember my ex-Fujitsu. Silly things…though I don’t blame them entirely. But this week has taught me the importance of the sitting and having the flowing of thoughts. I am an antique but at the same time I cannot deny the fact that I can type three hundred words in the time that it takes for me to write fifty. Plus, there is the beauty of the backspace key (even I feel bad if I fill leaves of deadened trees with so much trivial thought I never wanted to think). So this new one. And after losing my first love, I will not make the same mistake again – I will, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish – though most likely NOT till death us do part but at least for a really significant length o’ time – my new DELL laptop.