I have such wonderful memories of weekends I spent with my grandparents when I was young; my grandpa would let me type on it sometimes when he had time to supervise, and then when I got older, he let me type my poems on it by myself. That was around the same age my grandma taught me to crochet, so I'd use the typewriter while grandma was making dinner, and then we'd crochet in the evenings while grandpa watched ed sullivan on tv.

I'm just so very grateful to have it.

I'm getting sappy now. Just finished my 2nd glass of wine. I don't drink very often anymore so it's hitting me pretty good. I want to run away from home and go visit my sisters and just be enveloped in family for a while. Well, I get to see my son in early May, so that will have to do for a while....