Sunday tristesse

Rearranged some of the stuff in ye boathouse until my balance system sprang a warning in my noggin. It sweetly asked, “Do you want to land on the cement floor in here?” A few years ago I fell back from some stairs in a basement. Cracked some ribs. Don’t need that. Thank you very much. So I assumed the position of sitting.

image.jpegOnce again the question: can you tell your life story in coffee mugs? Perhaps. Sunny jim here is from a long ago shopping visit to Eaton’s Don Mills. When I was a kid, my Mom would cart us over there. But this little fella is from later days. The U of T item was purchased post graduation to remind me of my terrible effort as an attempted scholar. I have tried harder since then.

Lurking in background, an old Underwood model No. 5 purchased as a castoff from the Huronia Museum.


Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

2 thoughts on “Sunday tristesse”

  1. Yes, always good to listen to yourself😊
    Love the old typewriter, have a big soft spot for cool vintage stuff.
    Back up tomorrow, see ya, Karen

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