It could be time to quit longform writing. Too demanding of the wrinkled writer.
My computer tech noted that Ron has a less busy desk top than mine.
Maybe. Though there's a comfort in long held images. I open the computer and there are red plastic appliances. Once I had grand thoughts of writing on the dominamce of red in my household.
When our last glass coffee pot used to boil tea water broke, the online search revealed these Italian made beauties. We went to Kitchen Kaboodle, "locally-owned since 1975"-- a thrill to go into a real live store, not be forced to select a new object in space.
There was a choice of colors. Would have been adventurous to select green. But no; I'd bought into red when I moved here, downsized to a smaller Cuisinart food processor in red. Left behind my beautiful kitchen for charmless current one. Maybe red would distract.
Goes along with the Italian tomato crusher I bought in New York for Ron. Excellent device which he took some time to appreciate, now extols its value to all. Italians have always excelled at design. Chose red Bodum, electric water boiler, Danish not Italian....close.
Have long craved an Olivetti typewriter. Noun, vintage shop on Belmont Street, near our daughter's home, had one I resisted. This 1960s green Lettera 22 whisks me back to New York summertime, unairconditioned busses, demurely dressed Eastside career girls perspiring. We did not sweat till we gave ourselves permission later in that decade.
I'll end with this big pot of tasty, red tomato sauce, made by Ron, aided by the Rigamonti Velox crusher.
No success at short form writing here. Did clear desktop a bit. Hard to retire the anti-suffrage button (pre-1920). Seems so relevant.
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Clearing the red off desktop
It could be time to quit longform writing. Too demanding of the wrinkled writer.
My computer tech noted that Ron has a less busy desk top than mine.
Maybe. Though there's a comfort in long held images. I open the computer and there are red plastic appliances. Once I had grand thoughts of writing on the dominamce of red in my household.
When our last glass coffee pot used to boil tea water broke, the online search revealed these Italian made beauties. We went to Kitchen Kaboodle, "locally-owned since 1975"-- a thrill to go into a real live store, not be forced to select a new object in space.
There was a choice of colors. Would have been adventurous to select green. But no; I'd bought into red when I moved here, downsized to a smaller Cuisinart food processor in red. Left behind my beautiful kitchen for charmless current one. Maybe red would distract.
Goes along with the Italian tomato crusher I bought in New York for Ron. Excellent device which he took some time to appreciate, now extols its value to all. Italians have always excelled at design. Chose red Bodum, electric water boiler, Danish not Italian....close.
Have long craved an Olivetti typewriter. Noun, vintage shop on Belmont Street, near our daughter's home, had one I resisted. This 1960s green Lettera 22 whisks me back to New York summertime, unairconditioned busses, demurely dressed Eastside career girls perspiring. We did not sweat till we gave ourselves permission later in that decade.
I'll end with this big pot of tasty, red tomato sauce, made by Ron, aided by the Rigamonti Velox crusher.
No success at short form writing here. Did clear desktop a bit. Hard to retire the anti-suffrage button (pre-1920). Seems so relevant.
