Tie o’ the Day invaded my office in the loft a few minutes ago. I was busily doing the hunt-and-peck thing at my keyboard–writing money-making poetry, which doesn’t really make much money. And then much to my amusement, the scoundrel hopped up on the printer/copier to do what we’ve all done during office parties where the holiday punch was purposely spiked. Like each of us once did, Tie o’ the Day made copies of its butt! Yup, I did that once. Oops! (At least I did that before the internet, so I probably don’t have to be afraid the copies will show up anywhere in my future.)
Perhaps I haven’t always been the best example for my ties and bow ties. But Heck Tate, that was way back in the 80’s. I have repented many times since then, for many 80’s things. And for the 90’s things. And for the 00’s and 10’s stuff too. As evidence of my contrition, I can show you dozens of pairs of jeans where the knees are worn completely out from my dropping to my knees to pray for forgiveness for my various missteps.
Gee, all that repenting makes me sound like a not-so-perfect person. I guess we are all in that same sailboat, huh? And I guess that’s the reason we are supposed to help each other move through the choppy waves of life. That’s what people are for. I’m gonna repeat something I’ve preached often: Things are meant to be used. People are meant to be loved.
All that repenting sounds like you’re a good person. Repentance/trying to become better is supposed to be daily occurance. At the very least, weekly.
I want to say that I wish we didn’t have all the technology we do. But I can’t. Whiting out or retyping was just too gruesome. And requesting something from another library and waiting to get it! Makes me tired to think about it. Okay, tireder!
Amen to all you said. I don’t know how we learned anything though, before we could check with google for answers.I bet I googled info a dozen times yesterday.I read a meme that said all that being an adult was, was learning how to google stuff.