Learning to speak and spell
Last night found us with visitors. Cyclists, in passage, and we loaned out the extra sleeping space. The difference was that theses were not strangers. One was a close friend our my children, back in the day.
And the other difference was that we all get older. Here a perfect example of the transition from children to adults. Professionals in their own right, with the evolved interests and skills that we all hope will be manifest with time. I never had that opportunity in my own family. The only boy in a family of sisters, and my move far away from the family center. I never dropped by to spend an evening of conversation, at least not knowingly.
I wonder if the visitors noticed that I am also older. More grey. Slower to say silly things. An increased interest in what others are doing. It is all good.
Right now, I am trying to decide how to move from simple typing to a more modern system that uses vocal recognition. Yes, I think my typing skills are wonderful, but when one of the other had escapes the structure of the home row, I create puzzles. Still useful, but not as much fun as one might hope. I think to push for me to evolve comes more from there than from anything else. I will have to investigate the possibilities. Call a friend, or a son. Whichever comes into view first. My real hope is that you as reader will not notice the transition. Hey, I could be writing in longhand. You do not want to go there, believe me.
