Inky Dinky Do
"I dip my pen into the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my ink pot" ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~ I grew up in a military family - my mother was (and still is) a teacher, and my father is now a retired soldier (Command Sergeant Major of field artillery) - where schoolwork was of the utmost importance... as it should be. On more than one occasion my mother would review my homework, hand it back to me and state that while the work was good, the penmanship needed improvement. Do it again... and neater, this time . I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly re-wrote each letter and number to her satisfaction. Of course, at the time, this was pure torture. Looking back, though, I realized that she was completely correct. I've heard on several occasions, "You have very nice handwriting" ... well, yeah... I've had lots of practice. Lots. I have also become very picky about the writing utensils I use. Pencils must have a sharp point - #2, by all me...