I made a new best friend. Wrong. I became a new best friend. The last time I saw Rory she was not quite aware of me. She could not remember me before our recent visit. Now, I am her best friend. Nice. I am touched and flattered. Because of covid we have not traveled much. It was sure nice to see the kids and get to know them, again.
We always seem to find things in little side trips – rolling pin, cheap gas, hungry relatives… There are always animals to be see and be seen with. I think we agreed it was a successful trip. We saw the relatives, the sights, antique shops, and photo ops.
We go to antique stores. I pass the time by shooting typewriters. Do I like going to antique stores? Well, yes, it has grown on me (going to antique stores). So I shot typewriters to fend off boredom… well, I did collect one typewriter. It was an Underwood model like the one I typed all my term papers. Yeah, that’s a great memory?! But, anyway, I get three views now – front, top down keyboard, and the keys. So, I have a collection of typewriter shots. This is one set. Aren’t you thrilled? Yeah, yeah, the front view isn’t quite a front view. I am lazy. I don’t rearrange the displays to suit.
It’s a spooky display. However, there is a story. I had a doll as a kid. My mother was progressive. She gave (made) me dance lessons and ballet lessons. It’s didn’t take. I was the oldest. I was the one she experimented upon. She failed. I prevailed. I’m the first to express regret that she gave up too soon. The doll baby I had was soon separated – head from body. Yeah, you can laugh that I turned out to be a neurosurgeon. But that was no harbinger. I just did not like the baby to have any clothes and did not like to have it with a head. The eyes opened and closed by weights counter balanced behind the eyes. (To this day we refer to the doll’s eye reflex in comatose patients. So maybe there was a connection to my adult avocation.) Otherwise it (doll) didn’t do much. Nowadays, I understand they talk, walk, eat, and shit. It was a simple doll that I had, one step up from painted eyes. I wonder where it went? (wink)