This post has nothing to do with Pensacola, or Pensacola Beach where I was 20 years ago. I was just looking for words that start with ‘pen’ to describe what I spent a good three hours on tonight. After 40 years of being a fountain pen user, today I learned how to clean them nibs, from my seventeen-year-old son. We are big fans of LAMY!
And as I was thinking to use Pensacola as the title of this post, I realized how I was disekolahkan perihal pens. Pen sekolah. Just when I thought I knew what to do and I was going to do it my way… here I was, on the receiving end of knowledge and guidance from a boy who has only been using fountain pens for five years. I had my TIL moment today.
Other than that, I am back into writing. Both blogging and hand-writing. The few hours last Sunday that I voluntarily surrendered myself to be kept captive at Stickerrific did awaken this old soul inside of me somewhere, to be someone, somehow. Maybe writing is my calling. The next something I should get are the reading glasses. I need them for writing.
Questa è Enida 
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