And a big scurry about Okotoks yesterday, woke the children early and packed them into the car for a tour of their garage sales. Lots of garage sales, the Okotoks parade of garage sales is an annual thing, literally hundreds of them.
Most of them are drive-bys, you don't need to get out of the car, tables filled with Barbies or Stage West Mugs have a low likelihood of having anything I might value, and so we simply drive by. Ones that offer some hope we stop at.
No great treasures this weekend. A trumpet for the boy, with case, in very good condition. And, because I found something for the boy I had to find something for the girl and tracked down a couple of gameboy games and a small number of Pokemon cards. A vintage 1930's Remington Typewriter, remarkable only in the fact that it appears to be in virtually new condition. With bright red keys, which is a plus.
The typewriter was it, in the end. I've already laid great plans for it. I'll take it to The Higher Ground in Kensington and "Plug it in" where all the computer junkies have their laptops docked. And I'll begin rattling away on my novel.
"Dear Diary" I'll begin...
"The Time Machine worked, but I seem to have found myself thrown into the future. It's a different world, the God now is Google and people are incessantly asking him to ...."
It'll be great. I'll have to refine the novel a bit, get a good plot worked up before I go in to type it out, but the look of the typewriter (I need an apple logo for the case), the "clickclickclick" when you wind in the paper, the percussion of the keys and the bell when I reach the end of the line, it'll be a performance art masterpiece....