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WHAT COMES TO MIND - see also my site (short link) "t.ly/fRG5" in web address window
It makes sense that people who talk and write about a common subject might develop a short word or set of letters to refer to their subject instead of writing out a long name over and over. In addition, the modern business world searches for meaningful, memorable product names or tries to invent them. Google Search, Google Chrome, Firefox, Edge, Duckduckgo, Apple Safari and other software will search the internet to offer definitions and explanations when I run into an acronym or new word. They help when my aging memory can’t produce a term that I used to know.
“Recognition works when memory doesn't” is a principle that people who
write tests understand, too. When I can’t think of my greatgrandmother’s last name, I may be able to recognize it in a list of possibilities.
Would you rather type “antiphospholipid syndrome “ or APS over and over?
The world is full of things to pay attention to. Just the birds in our backyard are interesting. I have dozens of books. There are something like 300 different “channels” or TV services that we can stream into our TV set using the internet. I have this blog to write in. I have 1000 contacts I can write to or phone or, if I am modern and up-to-date, I can ‘text’. I can follow the example of my wife and her friends and draw or paint or sculpture or photograph. I can create helpful and inspiring videos. No wonder I am bored.
All these possibilities put me in mind of this long sentence I met yesterday. This is from the book “Lion” by Sonya Walger. She is describing the life as the grown child still living at home:
But how hard to be the one who stayed! The one who packed the raisins but not the nuts, who wiped the lipstick off the piano teacher’s mug, tissue-wrapped the Christmas ornaments, washed the sheets, staunched the blood, ignored the lies and the slammed doors, peeled the stickers off the walls, fought for sunscreen and table manners, made beds, combed out the lice, stapled the hems and later sewed them, kissed the friends, befriended the lovers, returned the books, loaned the car, the house, the denim jacket with the Liberty lining, combed out the lice, listened to the story tape jammed in the car stereo, held back the hair bent over the loo, paid the school fees, paid the tennis coach, paid the airfare, combed out the lice, pushed the swings, paired the socks, allowed the cigarettes, forbade unkindness, packed the trunk, renewed the passports, taught the second tongue, recited the alphabet, churned the ice cream, bought the brads, the Walkman, the wedding dress, learned the names and never forgot them, shared the crossword, the towel, the chewed gum.
My blog is published on Google’s Blogspot. I have posted most days since 2008. Google offers a blog author quite a bit of analysis, such as the number of visitors to my blog site worldwide per day. I am surprised at how many different countries are represented in the list of viewers.
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I am closer to 90 years old than to 80. As I grew up, I didn’t hear much about oldsters eating. I am surprised by how much less I can eat at a meal than I used to eat. We recently ate out. We had a good meal and brought our leftovers home. When we ate the leftovers, we didn’t finish them in one sitting. Mind you, that was with meals said to be for one meal.