There was a package waiting on the front stoop yesterday evening.

“That looks too big to be the thing I ordered,” My Darling B said when she spotted it as we pulled into the driveway. “Did you order something?”

“Maybe.”

Looking sideways at me she asked, “Is it a typewriter?”

Pause. “Maybe.”

Rolling her eyes, she got out of the car.

It was an impulse buy, as all my typewriter purchases are. I couldn’t help it. After Tim brought me his Skyriter for repairs and I took it for a test drive, I started searching teh intarwebs for one just like his. Turns out they’re outrageously expensive on e-bay but I found one on Goodwill’s auction site for just five bucks, although somebody jacked the price up to ten bucks before the auction ended.

It’s going to need quite a bit of attention. It’s got enough hair in it to make an anatomically correct mouse, and there’s a bit of rust to buff off. Also, some of the keys are bent, which will take a bit of fine-tuning. Looks great on the bench, though, and will look even better once I clean it up, if you’re not an eye-rolling typewriter looker-downer like some people.