I’ve mentioned it before: This is my mother’s typewriter.
She got it used in the 1960s. At that point, it was already 30 years old.
I discovered recently that it is a Remington Noiseless Portable from the 1930s. It has a couple stuck keys, needs a new ribbon and a new shift key. I can get it fixed for $75 because of course Charlottesville has a typewriter repair shop.
If I can figure out a way to get this on the Internet, screw this computer.
Speaking of this computer, the screen has been a little off for a couple of weeks. I’m strongly considering getting a tablet, but it would make it harder to do things, like type. I guess I can always get a USB keyboard. There are typewriter-tablet mod kits but, sadly, the one that I saw isn’t compatible with this model. I could get one already done up but for the price of that and a tablet, I could get a spectacular desktop. Or an outrageous laptop that would be useless in three years.
The only reason I’m leaning toward another laptop is because I still like to make CDs, mostly because I can’t jack anything into my car stereo except with an auxiliary cable. Doing an overhaul of the audio system in Nicole is on my list of things to do after the wedding.
I may get a tablet anyway because I don’t want to limp along with a wonky screen for about seven months, especially if it goes beyond the colors being slightly off, artifacts and it sometimes not liking my web browser being in full screen. I could get the screen repaired, but what’s the point of dumping money into a three-year-old laptop using Windows 7?
I would just pull the trigger and get something but, in the back of my head, I’ve reached the point where my thoughts are “but what if I buy this snow cone machine and something goes wrong and we need a snow cone machine’s worth of money or our wedding is ruined!”
I’m not quite exaggerating the absurdity.
We need to start collecting addresses and send save-the-dates like now, then the actual invites, I need to finish the wedding mini-site here, we still need a reception space and caters, I think I need to find a new wedding photographer, we still haven’t done engagement photos, there’s no music at the moment and I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I’M THE ONLY PERSON FREAKING OUT.
This is why I was comfortable with being social chair of my fraternity chapter senior year. We once had a party that started at 10 p.m. and I had everything set up before the first person showed up to help at 6 p.m. And I told people to come around then. When we had parties at the house in Richmond, we would be ready for hours every single time. I shouldn’t have even brought this up with myself because now I’m thinking of other things we haven’t done yet. I DON’T HAVE A WEDDING HAT YET.
This was supposed to be a post of me saying that I’m going to get the typewriter repaired in November because I got the crazy idea of making all of the save the dates on a roughly 80-year-old typewriter. This baby is older than World War II.
I’m such a hipster sometimes.