I feel like a slacker because I haven’t been keeping up with my blog ever since we started working on the tires. Don’t worry, it’s not that I am bored with you, it’s that I’m afraid of boring you! I did want to get back into the swing of being more deliberate with my writing though, so I joined a December writing club. The goal is to write everyday to get back into the habit.
So on to day 1:
One of the things I have discovered with being out working on the house 3-4 hours a day is that I think. A lot. About very strange things. With the election I thought a lot about how to improve the country, but now that the election is over my thoughts have been all over the place.
Today i thought about parts of my childhood. Now before you go worrying that I’m going to talk about daddy issues or family trauma, just keep reading.
Over thanksgiving C finally joined in to a game of Cards Against Humanity and decided he may just liked playing games again, but no promises. The next day he sees that they have come out with a card game version of the Oregon trail, so he orders it. Fast forward to today when it arrives just as I am leaving to work on the house.
I, as most children of the 80’s did, loved the Oregon trail, however it was not a game my mom was willing to purchase for the house computer. Number munchers, where in the world is Carmen sandiego, those were ok. Not the Oregon trail. I had to wait for the rare occasion when we would have free time in computer lab, which rarily happened. So alas I did not get the full Oregon trail experience, but I am still really excited to play the game.
This train of thought got me thinking about computer lab. The class where we learned the basics of computers, which mainly meant learning how to type quickly. There was a program they used where we would have to practice typing as quickly as we could and they would tell us what our words per minute speed was, and we weren’t supposed to get below a certain number. It was at this time, in about fourth grade or so, when I realized that I hated typing so much that whatever I did in the future would never involve having to type all day or require me to know my wpms. I am proud to say I succeeded in this goal. Are wpms even a thing anymore? I feel very old after this post.