Forgive the fog in my brain, as I am unaccostomed to waking at 4 am, and have a terrific headache. This is really just a random type test/narrative of a typewriter which came to my doorstep yesterday, with no acquisition involvement whatsoever from yours truly. It simply appeared.
The Right Reverend Theodore Munk tells me, “You have achieved the 23rd Degree of Typospheric mastery when typewriters come looking for you. Soon comes the day when they simply appear in your house and you can’t figure out where they came from. :D” and I’m okay with that, Reverend! So without further ado, I give you the Electra 120, as I go in pursuit of pain medication and caffeine.
A friend of my husband’s came over this afternoon, and gifted me with this 1963 Royal Safari. It smelled awful and was so filthy and gunked up, several of the keys absolutely would not budge! About 90 minutes later…. it still smells kinda funky, but better, and it’s very functional. Just needs a little air, new ribbon and replacement plastic paper guide on the right hand side. Apparently it broke off some years ago, from the looks of it. What a nice surprise! I love new toys! 🙂