Yes, today is National Deviled Egg Day, but personally, I’ve never been a fan.
“My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.” Graham Greene
What I am a fan of, as many of you know, are fountain pens! And today, the second day in November happens to be designated Fountain Pen Day.
In the past, I’ve written about my love of pens. I’ll admit I’m a bit of a hoarder of all types of writing instruments, journals, notebooks…anything.
When starting a new story, there’s nothing better than sitting down with a brand new notebook and a special pen. As the ink glides across the page and each word builds into a sentence and then paragraph after paragraph, I drift off into my character’s world.
Several years ago, after my first short story, written in longhand was published, I was given a special gift from my father. It was a Montblanc pen, given to him at his retirement. Along with the pen, he gave me some words of encouragement. Within those words, he’d referred to me as a ‘writer’ something I’d yet to call myself.
Since receiving this gift, every story I’ve written has begun in longhand with my special pen. It’s something that I cherish and one that has given me the courage to call myself a writer.
I’m anxious to hear about a special gift you’ve received.
Most of you are probably familiar with him, but this particular dog is special.
As you can see, he’s missing an eye, can no longer smell, and only a small portion of his mouth remains. Also, his ears are held on with Elmer’s Glue. Not surprising since he’s over 50 years-old.
You might think that this stuffed dog belongs to me, but that’s not the case.
I met Snoopy twenty something years ago when Derek and I first started dating. At the time, I found it endearing that Derek had held on to his pal since he was four years-old.
Today, Snoopy is living out his golden years perched in a chair in our master bedroom. Each time I glance in his direction, I can’t help but smile and picture Derek as a young boy with his friend, Snoopy.
Have you or a loved one held on to something special from your childhood?
“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.” ~ A.A. Milne
My blogging friend, Christy, was the inspiration behind this post. Recently, she marked 7000 followers on her inspiring and educational blog.
That night, as I wrote in my Happiness Journal, I noted last year’s entry, which read, “I’m happy I’ve met so many wonderful friends through Word Press.”
As a way to get more interaction among us, I thought it might be fun to share a link to a favorite blog post that you’ve written and tell us why it’s your favorite. Not necessarily, the post that got the most comments, or likes, but the one that made you happiest to write.
Here is one of my favorites. As I wrote this post, it triggered so many happy memories.
In our house, we take hummingbird season seriously. For six months, if we’re lucky, they’re our guests, so we roll out the red carpet.
This year, our little friends didn’t take long to find our home. We put out one feeder on April 13th and on the 14th, we had our first visitor.
This little gal hung out for the longest time, checking out her new surroundings.
For the first time, Derek and I decided to keep a log of the number of times we re-juiced the feeder(s). Using our recipe of one cup of sugar and three cups of water, we refilled one feeder 16 times.
By June 2nd, word had gotten out and more birds came, so we put out a second feeder. After refilling two feeders 21 times, things started to get a little crazy.
On July 25th, we added a third feeding station and boy, did we have some happy hummies. Some evenings, we sat on the patio and there were 30 or more whizzing everywhere.
As of this post, we’ve replenished three feeders thirty-one times, for a season total of 151 refills. Each time, the feeder must be cleaned thoroughly to remove any mold or other residue. We want our hummies to stay healthy! Is it a lot of maintenance? You bet…but so worth it. I have to give the credit to Derek, as I only re-juiced a couple of times.
Soon we’ll be down to one station, as our friends begin their migration. It’s so lonely after they’re gone. Thankfully, I have hundreds of photos and videos to keep us entertained until they return next spring.