Sometimes old habits of frustration just bite you in the ass. One of my recurring sources of exasperation, completely self-inflicted, is the careless way I handle things –objects. My pockets usually contain crumbled up wads of cash that tend to fall on the ground when I’m fishing out keys or phones. Important notes, lists, and other stuff vanishes I’m certain because I pay no attention to those sorts of details.
It drives me nuts.
Yesterday I purchased a lovely Sheaffer VFM fountain pen — the Sheaffer VFM, Strobe Silver, Nickel Plate Trim, Fountain Pen: Medium Nib (E0940053). It’s an inexpensive pen — I paid $17 — but it’s a dream to write with; at least for the two sentences I crafted while testing it.
Today I was in a hurry and pushed the pen in my jacket pocket, one of those hand warming style pockets that aren’t deep but rather easy to access and not good for carrying things. Not surprising really, the pen fell out somewhere, another casualty of my habits of frustration. I’ll buy another because I’m marginally obsessed with fountain pens and love one that makes fine lines and is smooth on the page, but shouldn’t I be old enough to show a bit more respect for things?
Thankfully this kind of behavior never reared its head with photography gear or in riding. But beyond that, it’s a mess.
If anyone finds a silver Shaeffer VFM fountain pen — it’s probably mine….