Pen Box

I treated myself to a box full of interesting pens…okay…so the box of pens came from Rite-Aid and of course were made in China…but still…they looked cool…oh there were the commoners…the ball point…the roller-ball…also a mini pen and a pen that switched colors with the flick of a tiny button…but above all…hovering in glory…the fountain pen…okay so the whole kit and caboodle cost less than $20…but it had been something I’d seen advertised on TV and had searched for in vain a year ago…so upon seeing it…I instantly snatched it up and purchased it…okay then…I wrapped it up and gave it to myself at Christmas…cough…cough…of course my family rolled their collective eyeballs as I opened the gift from Santa to addressed to me…don’t worry…I didn’t even begin to feign surprise…I just happily put it aside awaiting the chance to experiment with the assortment but in particular with the fountain pen...okay…it used cartridges not bottled ink…but it more than satisfied my need to write with a real pen…not a gel…felt-tip…roller-ball…or ball point…but a pen that has a nib through which actual ink flows onto the page…and fill many pages I did…happily I might add…until the dreaded day when it broke…when the plastic collar into which the top screwed into the bottom cracked as I put in a new cartridge…I was devastated…now I would be forced back to using a common writing implement…of jotting without the specialness of my fountain pen…my writing ambiance diminished…taken down a notch by cheap materials…but…hope loomed in the box with the other unused pens…I had yet to send in my guarantee…I stood a chance for a new pen…I carefully filled out the form…made a copy and put it along with my broken pen and a note into a padded envelope and sent the whole shebang off to San Francisco…and therein started a waiting game…

Nibbing

It’s funny to find a blog title that has not been taken…makes me wonder if Pen Nibs has some alternative meaning…something that I’m totally unaware of…I suppose a pen nib could be a metaphor for a penis…well in fact look at the spellings…penis…pen nib…I’ve got four of the five letters of the word penis…is Pen Nibs pornographic…perhaps soft porn…completely unintentional on my part…well…I’m going to check out Pen Nibs with my son Phil…see if there’s some young guy interpretation that I should know about lest I put myself out there as the creator of some soft porn blog…well…let’s face it…my mind went there…but it’d be one way to generate traffic to a blog…my intention is to memoir my pens…to write…to pen nib my way through…you know the other day my husband Tim asked Phil “how’s mom?”…he didn’t realize he was on speaker phone and so his secret life with Phil was revealed…you know…the behind the back stuff that goes on…the gossip about me…the discussions that happen to close ranks…but be that as it may…Phil replied “eccentric”…was that a save on Phil’s part or did he mean it…well okay…I guess writing about pen adventures is a bit nerdy…a bit eccentric…and I suppose it’s a bit ironic to be writing about pen nibs on a computer…but I did pen this first long hand with a totally lovely new fountain pen…mea culpa…