I'm a writer, but first and foremost a typist.
Mrs. Mulcahy's high school typing class. There was another business teacher as well but her name escapes me. I mostly remember Mrs. Mulcahy, and to this day I never rest my wrists along the bottom of the keyboard and I still type 120 wpm.
Typing has been a part of my life since I was 14 years old.
The keys on my jewelry are from the really old machines like the ones my Mom used, though I too learned on a regular old-fashioned typewriter.
Back space.
We have to do that often in life.
We have to do that often in life.
Nothing new to report on my husband's health issue. Will wait and see what tests reveal, if anything.
Daughter has returned from her weekend in the south at her ailing Grandpa's; thankfully did not have to wear the black dress she had packed, and they had a blessed time together, though she also spent a fair amount of time wandering alone in the woods and pastures of the vast property, taking photography, thinking, observing, talking to the animals.
While she was 8 hours away Saturday, I drove through the blackness of night on the rural country road not lit by anything other than the cloud-obscured moonlight and headlights, with Jim in wrenching pain beside me, and a thousand numb thoughts swirling through my mind. Mostly I felt scared, as he reminded me that, no matter what happened, he loved me.
None of us ever know what's around the bend. In some ways it seems like it was yesterday when I was learning to type in that high school class, and even closer in the past is Christmas morning when Jim gave me this jewelry. In other ways those times, even the near ones, seem long ago.
Sarah texted me as I sat bedside in the ER that we must have done something wrong and that God hated us, though she doesn't seem to remember those exact words now.
No. God loves us.
Yet this is part of living in the world that we live in. It's intermingled with joy and grief.
I've said and written it before and I'll do it again - a new year is just another day of living.
4 comments:
Hi Linda, sorry to hear about Jim's trip to the ER. I assume he is home. Are they doing tests to try and figure out what was causing the pain? Hope all will be well.
I took typing in high school too. I'm not sure I can type 120 anymore. Zack had me doing an online typing test last week -- I did about 94 wpm. I still type fast but with more mistakes than I used to make. Of course, I can feel the mistakes and have to correct them right then and there.
Those are really unique and lovely pieces of jewelry. Wishing you all the best. Take care! Tammy
I love that bracelet. So pretty and clever. Perfect gift for you. I hope all these trials pass and life moves on at a smoother pace.
Omigosh, what's wrong with Jim?? Please know my thoughts and prayers are with him and hopefully all the test results will show what was causing him so much pain. As you say, you just never know what life has in store for us, everything can change in the blink of an eye!!
I love that bracelet Jim got you for Christmas, I've never seen anything like it. I started typing when I was around 13 years old and I'll never forget the typewriter Santa brought me that Christmas:-) It was a manual and blue in colour. I also remember when electric typewriters arrived in class, they were so touchy and one seemed to have to learn how to type all over again! lol xoxo
The waiting is always the hardest part. I hope you get some answers soon.
I like the bracelet, my Mom has an old key necklace it reminds me of.
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