My handwriting is no longer legible…gone with the wind. My printing is no longer readable at all. The worst of it, nothing in our phone book can be deciphered. Is that a three or a seven. I peer at the numbers and pass the book on to George. Perhaps it’s an eight. No? He can’t read the numbers either.
I sent an email holiday letter this year. Sometimes all you can do if you have had a stroke and small TIA’s is laugh at yourself.
I tried inputting the phonebook into the computer a few years ago, but I think I got above myself. Size 12 type doesn’t cut it on a 3x5 sheet. This year I’ve begun that project again using size 10 type. Much better, but I can’t read everyone’s addresses. What’s that called? Serendipity.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: