Back Ups
We have back ups for our computers and this includes our servers such as I use to bring this website to you. The writing here, sometimes with complimentary typos, is from me. I do not charge for my typos but I do come back weeks later to fix them, sometimes. I expect no more and no less from me because I am self-taught at typing. No hunt and peck for me as I learned qwerty from my Mom. She was an amazingly fast typist and pretty much typo free. Typo free is not in my vocabulary. I am a qwerty and miss kind of typist but, I get it done.
Speaking of typing, what would a website be if I took movies of myself speaking to you rather than typing to you? You would look at a spent old man with no star quality whatsoever. Just a “man on the street” type of guy and completely forgettable. Well, my taking movies of myself isn’t going to happen as I am best left as a shadow with poorly typed words. Nah, this isn’t humility this is just me being me and I am not great shakes unless I am paid big bucks for typing. Nobody is going to pay me for typing so my erstwhile intention is to remain unknown but for my typos. Hey, that is a piece of fame unto itself!
The older I get the worse I type. In fact, as the “elderly” decline takes place I find I am less concerned about an occasional typo than getting my thoughts down on this server which lives in another part of the world. A part of the world I have never been to except by typing this. I suppose one could call me a,”typo tourist?” Add an f and you have type of tourist. It isn’t me who created the words I type so you might call me a creative typist which would explain my typos. They aren’t typos they are creativity. That isn’t going to fly if I go back to college to get my doctorate. Professor of Typos, would be the plaque on the door of my study if I had a study. All I have is a spare bedroom that I turned into a computer room once our kids were married and gone. Well, all but one who decided to have a child and not get married. The last thing I want to do is jump in his life to critique his misguided ways. I’ve been married for fifty years so at least I got one thing right. That anniversary is coming up for my lovely wife and I quite soon.
How did I live so long after the life I’ve led? It isn’t worth thinking about because it just happened when I shouldn’t have made it through war. I somehow did and this is the result. A so-so writer who thinks in peculiar fashion and doesn’t fit in anywhere except to run servers and not worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will always be about the same as today. Winning the lottery changes life in negative ways for the most part so I don’t waste my money on tickets. I figure I am lucky to be alive or that God spared me for a reason only He knows and I am content. Are you . . . content?
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