Tap tap tap

Growing up as a child we had a couple of typewriters. My dad use to use them before he got his first computer. Once the computer came along we got to use the typewriters a bit more. I use to love to pretend to touch type, hitting the keys as fast as I could until it went ding to tell me that I needed to start a new line. Sometimes I would type things, with real words. And sometimes I would just hit the keys in any random order, I loved the way that it sounded. I love that my iPhone and iPad make that sound and that as I write this I hear tap tap tap.

I couple of years ago I found an old typewriter at the tip shop and decided that my children needed to be able to play with it the way that I had played with my fathers. It's ribbon needs replacing and sometimes all the keys get stuck but they love it. My oldest sometimes types letters and stories but mostly everyone likes to type as fast as they can until they hear the ding. My youngest had his first turn of typing and loved the tap tapping too.

Sometimes I use it to type them love notes. I still love the tapping noise of the keys and the ding.

 

A promise kept

Last year we missed the snow. I promised that we wouldn't miss it again this year and on Thursday I was able to make good on that promise.

We had a great day {I am so glad that we wagged school, nature play and house work}.

 

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Sometimes in life I get to focused on the big picture. Don't get me wrong, the big picture is important. Very important. But what I sometimes forget is that the big picture is made up of small things. Often small and simple little things. The big picture would not be what it is without these small and simple things. They give it beauty and life and warmth and color and fun {we can't forget fun}. In my life I am able to recall the big pictures form my past but what is often missing is the details, the small and simple things. The things that made the picture great in the first place. I don't want to forget anymore of those small and simple things and I don't trust myself to remember them {history has proven that I am not good at it}.

This place is where I want to record the small and simple things that make my life what it is. And maybe some of my rambling too {because I tend to do that sometimes}. This is my place to remember and think and be. A place for the {healthy} chatter in my head.

I look forward to filling it.