Today I found out that the typewriter, my beloved Webster XL-800, will live to type another day. I was seriously concerned that it had died, and for it to be restored to full working condition fills me with joy. I have a deep sentimental attachment to that machine, and for it to continue its existence is a great blessing.
Today I was driving in the rain and my playlist served up "Spring and a Storm" by Tally Hall, one of my favorite bands. There are few better songs to listen to as a light fall of rain taps against your windshield. "I wish you could've heard the music / When the clouds growled overhead / I finally felt enthusiastic / I finally felt alive." It's a song that's at turns jubilant, saddening, and every emotion in between. I think I smiled the entire time, all that changed was the emotion behind it.
Today I completed my final volunteer shift at my local library. It was a bittersweet moment. All of the staff bid me a fond farewell and I promised I would visit again. I loved volunteering. I firmly believe in the mission of my public library, and I tried to aid it as best as I could. I helped people find the books they wanted. I kept everything organized. In some small way, I fought the scourge of censorship by rescuing books that were hidden by overzealous parents who assumed what was good for their child was law for the rest. I'm gonna miss volunteering there. I really will.
Sometimes days are full of moments like that. We have to take these moments when they come. Days like this are what life is like.
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"Sir, this is a Wendy's."
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