We have a new blood pressure machine now so I can send the doctor a week’s worth of measurements. Gizmos like this make me nervous; I have been awkward with “things that do things” since I was born, apparently.

I have a memory of my father getting frustrated with me because I couldn’t figure out how to use a combination lock. In high school, my best friend and I had to go to summer school because we failed geometry. Otherwise, I was a straight-A student.

I was a terrible driver and have now given it up— lucky for me I have a chauffeur who goes by the name of Rob.

More other things I can’t do. Can’t sew; that was proven in Home Economics. I got a C on the skirt I had to make; it was a hideous shade of olive green. My best friend got an A and actually wore her skirt to school.

After I married an engineer with a degree from Georgia Tech, I sighed in relief. He would take over all tasks that I was not wired to do. But guess what, he lacked skills in what I was good at (and they are very few.)

Rob got the best of both of us; now he has taken over the cooking and bottle-washing as well.

The woman manning these keys found meaning in her life when she began to write online. She was honest and willing to spend huge amounts of time writing and posting, writing and posting.
Two books were written as a result and they never involved doing any of the things that I can’t do.

I am not enlightened yet; I am told that I will be “someday.” I can live with that, as long as I don’t have to paint a fresco or be a “yegg.” (Look that one up).

Vicki Woodyard