New Pens on the Way!

Today, I expect to receive at least two fountain pens I ordered. Both are Pilot 78G, with fine point nib. One is green, the other black. They are very highly rated, economical pens which I have been desiring for some time. Then, last week, a favorite online vendor of mine offered the pens at a substantial discount, such that I ordered both pens, and including shipping, paid what it would cost me on eBay from any vendor selling the (now discontinued) pens to purchase one, including shipping. I still have several pens in transit, and will keep you updated when they arrive.

Tomorrow I hope to provide a review of the Pilot 78 Gs. For that matter, I could provide a review of a different pen weekly, and it would take nearly a year to make it through my collection.

Unfortunately, my recent preoccupation with fountain pens has cut severely into my guitar time.  Although, when a fountain pen arrives in the mail, my middle child (a 22 year old young man) opines "At least they are cheaper than guitars", alluding to the fact that I have 8 guitars. In our house, the room just off the entry door contains a baby grand piano, an entertainment armoire customized by my wife and daughter in law to servie as a guitar cabinet (I'll have to get pictures and post them one day), a wooden music stand, a chaise, and an armless chair. The chaise and the armless chair were purchased to be seating for guitar playing (no arms to injure the guitar body). If I don't get back to playing soon, my wife might be tempted to get rid of the piano, and turn the front room into an office. There is an old Spanish folk song I was trying to learn, classical style, on my steel string 000 guitar, which I really should get back to practicing. My former guitar teacher is fond of saying "If your guitar practicing isn't driving somebody crazy, either nobody is hearing you, or you are not doing it correctly". He is of course referring to the constant repetition of short phrases until the fingering is correct, then the repeated repetition, to get the rhythm right. 

Last night I spent the entire evening working with my wife, as we work to set up an online nutrition store to serve people working to lose weight.  I was up so late, and so tired, I had to make a pot of coffee to keep me going. My wife smelled the aroma wafting up the stairs, and wanted some too. You have no idea how odd that would have seemed, even last year. She is a tea drinker, and mostly drinks coffee for the caffeine. But the coffee I grind fresh and make now is so good she actually likes it. When I asked her what she liked about it, she said "It doesn't taste bad."

Until later. . .