This has been one of the most brain wracking days (evening) of my life.
Today I’ve wrestled in the ‘wee’ hours of the morning when my usual problematic typing begins to give me trouble anyway – and then comes a complication because of a program mal- function or some distraction and the normal evening journalistic effort begins to stretch toward the 2-3-4-AM hours to get a problem worked out. (I started to write the word ‘solved’ but I never seem to get them ‘solved… just ‘postponed’ until another unsatisfactory problem solving positions itself across my pathway.
Well.. enough about bellyaching. It doesn’t do anyone any good. Fortunately there are no ‘other’ ones around to witness my exasperating moments.
What’s the problem – you ask? Well… I was a radio major at BJU which meant writing and duplicating radio scripts. Now radio writers don’t care much for punctuation or spelling… and in this day of computers – well it’s a dream – (Yeah – a nightmare!) as the spell checker automatically corrects misspellings and calls your attention to gross grammatical errors. EXCEPT for the problem that I never learned how to type in the first place. It was better than hunt-and-peck but it was my own ‘touch’ system which made for atrocious spelling so tangled up the ‘corrector’ in it’s little two cell electronic brain couldn’t figure out what I was trying to convey.
Well at two in the morning – mistake after mistake gets VERY frustrating causing fist banging on the desk and other teeth grinding episodes. I just took a glance at the clock… it says 1:22 AM – and it took so long for me to type that that the digital clock on the computer screen decided it could wait no longer and added a minute for good measure….ARRRghhh. Quit trying to HELP me…making it worse. (J) but the gremlins are cheerful hosts – they keep telling me.
Anyway, I’m done for the day…. Just one more posting and I’m off to the pillow and bed clothes…. I hope you’ve had a good day so far… and that others will follow. I’m certain… they will… IF --- and I say this with all four fingers (excluding the thumb) pointed at ME as the culprit. Why didn’t I learn how to type AND play the piano when I was 12 … what an opportunity wasted.
Hey… have a good day or whatever time you read this (you must have read it or you wouldn’t have gotten this far.) Praise the Lord for HIS MERCY ENDURETH FOREVER. There – I typed it without an error. See I can do it if I put my mind and fingers to the task. I love you all…
Cordially, IN HIM
Jack Buttram
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©120502BB#18Tomorrow PrayerDay.doc
“JUST A MINUTE”
NATIONAL PRAYER DAY MAY 3RD
MizP: Jist a Minit: Mr. Jack did you ‘member Prayer Day?
Jack: Indeed Miz Pearl National Day of Prayer!
Homer: Thass a wonnerful Idee Miz Pearl.
BB: Ah’d say AMEN ta tha-ut!
MizP: Hit’s whut we need more’n ennythang else.
BB:
Whut’s got you s’tuned up Miz Pearl?
MizP: Ah’m glad I reckon tha-ut Mr. Obama done…
BB: Done ‘tooken th’ credit fer gittin Mr. Binladen?
MizP: No!! Ah din’t mean tha-ut an Ah don’t thank
he shoudda drug Mr. Romeney into hit.
Homer: you’re shore rite theier Miz Pearlie…
MizP: On toppa tha-ut he’s got a bunch of them
Navy Seals upset… an Ah don blame them.
BB: Hit shore wasn’t a thoughtful thang ta say.
MizP: Jist plain lackin’ in common sense Ah thank.
Homer: Kinder caught him off’n guard Ah reckon…
MizP: Well he din’t leave Warshington till middle of
th’ nite – looks like he’d a thot of hit ‘er sumpin.
Homer: Well we awl make mistakes sum time…
BB: But looks like common sense woudda tole
MizP: Shoudd tole him that won’t’ the thang ta…
Homer: Wouodda, shoudda, coudda…hits not
MizP: Not one a his strong pints…
Homer: Well nigh totally missin’ Ah’d say.
BB: Ah’d say hit too if it won’t jist speakin’
Silly, er jist a-wastin’ time.
MizP: Well Miz Noonan said he looks like sum
Time he’s a havin’ a deebate in his head.
Homer: Sorry ta say hit but some time – lotta
time – he don’t win th’ deebate.
Jack: Folks we’re being a bit jumpy on our
Commander-in-Chief – d’ya think?
MizP: Ah shore thank so. When you bin
Sleepin’ on Air Fowruce One awl nite --
you ought ta have hit thot out by th
time you lands. But ah’ll thank on hit.
Jack: I think you’ll have to think on it till
next time because time is up!
See you all next Wednesday. <> I’m Jack Buttram
Jebco Editorial Service
E-mail n4zhk@arrl.net
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