As I sip coffee on this lonely Saturday morning, I want to offer some small bits of advice for those with less, um, experience in life. This is my opinion only - take it for what it’s worth, or don’t. This isn’t complete - these are just some small things popping around my head.
- Buy whatever…
My first experience with Zebra steel was the F-301. It had a steel barrel and I thought it was sufficiently utilitarian enough to survive the rigors of my warehouse workplace. It wasn’t long after buying it that I set it aside to languish in the junk drawer. Fast forward a few years to a truck stop on the side of Highway 99.
There are words inside of me that need to get out. As the thoughts roll around my brain I can see the sentence, the paragraph, and the page. When I have the document open my fingers don’t work. When I have the paper before me, the ink won’t flow.
I write for a purpose. I write to understand. I write to speak my voice that stays silent so many times because I’m not good at speaking my mind. I convey my thoughts in writing because that is the only time I feel my voice is my own. It is the time I feel I can say what needs to be said.
I can’t say anything. The words are wrong. I am disabled. I have lost the use of an essential part of my body. In my mind I am screaming the words that demand to be said. I am unable to say them.
Going to the grocer. Katie had me add Brown Sugar to the list. She did not appreciate my rendition so you can the original.