. . . but it ain't over yet. I mean the quill thing. I'm going to see it through to the end. So, as I was saying, JC will be home tomorrow night. He'll drive me to get sand for the buzzard's feather while he's here. I'm saving the story of "My First Quill Pen" for a later date. Today I want to share with you a thing of singular beauty.
I am crazy for birds. I have never seen one with large red feathers though. Close inspection leads me to believe this red comes from dye, but that suspicion doesn't put me off in the least. How it writes is what matters. So . . . I am going to write a note with this little gem I've been saving. If all goes well I'll write a letter, too.
This is where I need to ask: Who among you has written with a quill pen? Does the nib wick enough ink for a sentence, or will I have to dip often? Will I have to drag the nib across the lip of the ink bottle first, or can I go directly to my paper? Will the ink leave the nib stained? I am so nervous! I'm excited, too!
A lot of mail will go out Saturday morning. JC will be my mail poster. I've decided to stop whining about being in pain, having to obey restrictions . . . Being down for the count has its perks. I get to write letters in the block of time that exists just before the relief from the pain pills peak, and when it begins to wane. It truly has been a red feather day.