Innaugural Post

    In a perfect world I would cruise right into this blogging thing at the speed of light  just like I have taken to computers in general...  NOT   I can't even figure out how to get back to the top of this page  to edit what I wrote last night in the class.  Yes I went to the library twice to take the same Blogging 101 class because computers and I are not on the same wave length.  Either that suggests that I don't have a wave length or there is something very alien about computers.

In College I waited until my last semester to take a required computer class, that was 37 years ago.  The days when  we dodged dinosaurs on campus , carried  boxes of cards, and people speaking cobal and fortran   were looked upon with as much curiosity as someone speaking latin (mind you this was more than a decade post Vatican II)  I was student teaching, had a seminar, and this damned computer class.  The instructor  spoke a version of english he developed after he got off the boat the year before and I was thoroughly intimidated  not to mention overwhelmed.  Just before mid-terms  I did something horrible (to this day I have no idea what I did) , the instructor stood over me with his Andy Rooney eyes and yelled that I had just destroyed what it had taken him two years to create.  (Since then I learned that he had what ever it was backed up and maybe he was having a rough day)  He asked me what in the hell I wanted out of the class and through my tears all I could say was a C.  He said, "If I never see you again, you've got it".  At least I hope that is what he said, because I sure never wanted to see him again.  
      Fast forward 2 months; the dread I experienced waiting for my grades while I tried to pretend that I would actually be able to graduate and move on with my life, without the need to ever see a computer again for as long as I live, can still cause a visceral reaction. 
      Imagine buying a very expensive embroidery sewing machine and learning that it was going to necessitate some computer skills.  Imagine  contacting some very expensive web designer and psyching myself up to write the check and having him suggest I take some computer classes to allow me some participation in the end product.  I can't even buy my way out of this phobia. 
      A few years ago when I lamented to a friend that I couldn't machine quilt because there seemed to be no communication between  my eyes, brain and hands.  She said, "if you would spend as much time practicing as you do whining, in a month this conversation would be very different"  You don't suppose that goes for this computer thing do you?  Check back again and we will see if it works.