Negotiate the narrow aisle, find Zone 5 Seat 21; stow baggage in overhead bins, take your seats, fasten belts and become sardines squashed in a can. As engines roar to life you all pray those bins... and your bladders... stay shut for the whole trip.
The Kitten Cuddling in my bosom, purring like a jet plane, Kitty cracks my shirt buttons in his sharp little teeth. The communiqué is clear: "I'm bored. Get up once! Leave that fiddly stuff; come play with me." If I miss the message, ever eager to clarify his next step will be cleaning off my desk.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt word this morning is GNAW
A mouse, creeping out in the night,
found cat food, to his great delight.
He’d just started to gnaw
when this huge furry paw
launched the poor mouse on a flight.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is PUGNACIOUS,
which has inspired this little verse:
Pugnacious, you say? How could you think it! With my gentle nature how could you link it? Pugnacious means scrappy and that's hardly me! I'm peaceful and smiley, bear snubs cheerfully. Okay, I get snarky-- my one little defect -- when faced with malarkey; otherwise I am perfect.
One day my husband brought home a book he thought I’d enjoy — and it did give me many chuckles, especially as I remembered our own days of learning how to operate this new-fangled device. If you’re young and tech-savvy you can read it and sympathize with computer sales & support people who must patiently explain what a byte is, how to control a mouse, or how far you should back up when your computer gives the order.
My Senior Moments Have Gone High-Tech
© 2016 by Karen O’Conner,
published by Harvest House Publishers in Eugene Oregon
Consists mainly of anecdotes about golden oldies who take up using a computer in their senior years, these amusing tidbits have been gathered from learners, teachers, and fixers. As well as humor, the writer offers hope for those who feel their offspring are tossing them into the sea of technology without a life jacket.
Like the woman who set her mouse on the floor, thinking it should work like her sewing machine foot pedal. Or the irate fellow who ordered tech support to come out and see why his printer wasn’t working. The company rep dutifully showed up, checking things out, and asked how long the printer had been unplugged.
This reminds me of my first attempt at using our computer. Bob had purchased one three weeks previously, so he and our daughter (who worked at a computer store) were babbling in this strange language. Which made me all the more determined not to touch the thing. However, we’d been on a Family Reunion trip to Boston and I wanted to write up a long letter to his mother plus several penpals. Rather than hand-write all those pages, I typed it into the computer.
Starting with “Dear Mom, We had this great trip to Massachusetts…” I went on for eight pages giving her all the details. Then I hit PRINT. Nothing happened. I hit it again. Nothing happened. After the third try I called our daughter at work. She asked, “Are you sure it’s plugged in?”
I checked. It wasn’t. I plugged it in. Out came the eight pages. Then another eight. I couldn’t stop the thing! I unplugged it again, then plugged it back in. Out came another eight. I’m thankful my two penpals didn’t seem to mind an eight-page letter that started with “Dear Mom,” accompanied by a handwritten note of explanation on top. And when hubby got home, he showed me how to cancel a PRINT order. 🙂
My husband is talking now of updating our cell phones. Gulp! I still mourn the obsolescence of my old cell phone. It worked so well; to answer a call, you just flipped open the lid.
Anyway, I think this book would be a great Christmas gift for the senior on your list.
Good morning everyone!
I have been reading in Lynne Truss’s book, Eats, Shoots and Leaves and came across her lament about misused and AWOL apostrophes.
Ms Truss tells of how she wrote an article for The Daily Telegraph about incorrect or missing punctuation and got an avalanche of letters from readers sharing and ticked off over violations they’d seen.
A lack of apostrophic know-how & know-where leads to signs like:
Lemon’s – 2 for $1
(or even) Lemon,s – 2 for $1
Summer cottages’ for rent
The Smiths’s Silver Anniversary
Cyclist’s only on this path
The guest speakers talk will be about…
Her account, coupled with various writing prompts yesterday and today, has led me to write this verse:
THE OVER-WORKED EDITOR
gives Editor such grief:
he finds them wandering randomly
or employed beyond belief.
For Thompson’s prone to muff it
typesetting the word beaux’s
and covering the Jone’s affair
his know-where hits new lows.
An ad reads “Naval orange’s”
and Molly’s ship is sinking,
while it’s and its and their and they’re
confuse that fellow Pinking.
Restrained the Editor may be
but don’t you know he’ll rage
should “Sports Marts’ Sale on Bycycle’s”
appear on his printed page.
He caught “the citys’ bylaw”
before it got to press,
but a write-up about the Queens’ speech
led to a royal mess.
So he begs them to get serious:
“Study punctuation rules!
We need to shake this errancy
so we don’t look like fools.”
“But I was sure I had it right,”
dumbfounded Molly wails.
Editor sighs and insists again
on accurate details.
“Our readers are nit-picking,”
young Thompson quickly states.
Editor growls. “Get it right or else
your job here terminates.”
“From now on I’ll be checking
on every bit of copy;
your pages will be cremated
if you hand in anything sloppy.”
“No apostrophic laxity
or there will be pecuniary
punishment in store.”