When I left my first real job in 1992, I received this beautiful Mont Blanc pen as a parting gift and was quite surprised - since I was one of several people leaving one hospital to go to the rival one across town, I thought for sure I would just be ushered out on the last day without fanfare. But no, they threw a party for us.
I had never has such an expensive pen and for maybe a year it sat in my office desk drawer - I was too afraid I would lose it I guess. I don't recall why I decided to use it but once I did there was no going back. I loved the heft of the pen and the way it fit in my hand. Since I hold my pen between my index and middle fingers, thin pens are uncomfortable. This one was perfect. Also perfect was that it came with black ink which is the mandatory ink color for medical records. But what totally hooked me was the way it wrote so smoothly - I fell it in love with that. It became my constant companion - making endless rounds, signing charts, filling out paperwork. It must have signed countless birth certificates. Every purse I bought I would check to see if there was a place to keep it safe. Everyone knew it was mine so if I ever laid it down, it would always return to me. But I very rarely misplaced it; it seemed I always knew where it was.
Three times the barrel has broken so that part has been replaced. The top is original and quite scratched. The last time I sent it, they offered to supply a new top too but I declined. Actually, I probably could had bought a new pen for what it cost to fix it. LOL But I won't. And if it breaks again I will send it off to be fixed, no matter what. :-} I use it every day. And it sits, as you can see, between the keyboard and the mouse.
So there it is...my comfort....
Art thou a pen,whose task shall be
To drown in ink
What writers think?
Oh, wisely write,
That pages white
Be not the worse for ink and thee. Ethyl Lynn Beers
Font is Journaling Hand
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