I'm happier than a dog with two of them, and I'm not talking tails.
I go into a wheelchair tomorrow for the first time in over two years and I get to see the inside of my house. Can't get into the kitchen as the door opening is fine but the kitchen cupboards will restrict the entry, but the best thing is, and I had smoke in my eyes when I thunked of it - I can get into my swim (spare bedroom named after a fishing area and used as my man cave full of guitars, amps and matchsticks. Thousands and thousands of matchsticks) where I can put all of my calligraphy items, pads, nib holders, nibs, inks - basically all my 'writing paraphenalia'. I can't tell you how happy I am to be able to finally use my lightbox on a flat surface, but most of all - to start all over again teaching my hand/wrist/forearm/shoulder to become one. My wife has been told to only interrupt me tomorrow if the cat has its tail stuck in the mangle. I don't have a cat. I don't have a mangle either come to think of it. Anyway - tomorrow I intend to start my practice with a vengeance/passion, such was my passing comment several months back in regards to hours spent practicing.
Knowing what to write, I thunked was going to be an issue, but then it sprung up between the eyes.
I need to do the alphabet and the drills properly - with the surface horizontal instead of struggling at an angle.
Now I can say my journey officially starts.
My wife is really happy, too.
Not because I'm now able to get out/off the bed to be able to do my calligraphy and flourishing, but using her words,...... "Does this mean I don't have to try and get ink spots off the bed sheets and quilt cover anymore"
I don't recall what my reply to that was, but it must have been bad 'cos I've only just came round.
Tonight I prep and choose the ink I wish to use.
Mark
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