Yes, this is true. But now I need my dictionary for spell check! No autocorrect.
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Me too Bill!
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@Bill – right now my sister in law came to the table with a huge ‘petit Robert’, THE French dictionary. By the time she shoved it in place I had looked up the word on the iPad and told her. It was ‘courrier’… (mail) and as a French mother tongue person she wasn’t sure if the word ha one or two r…. So yes, we’re all guilty of that one.
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True for me…
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True for many, I’m sure, in this e-world we swim in…
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Even more human if you use a fountain pen . . it freaks out those too young to have used or even seen them.
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@RAY; You just tempt me to search for my fancy fountain pen….. I used to love writing with it but then I found it difficult to find the particular purple ink cartridges I liked to employ. Last week I found a whole pack of said cartridges but have yet to unearth the fountain pen. Life is providing but disorder is preventing me of ‘living it all to the full’…. 😉
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Good luck in the search. I have around two dozen pens and only 3-4 use cartridges, the others use a converter or self -enclosed filling system. I like different color inks and Levenger’s Amethyst is one of my go-tos. I hope you find it 🖌
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I think we’d be shocked to know how many young people don’t know how to write except with a keyboard.
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I bet u are right!
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yes, me too. my favorite way to write.
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Me to!!!!!!!! Did I miss your call? Phone turned off for doctor appt., forgot. No problem, you can be just answer questions and send back. I want people to know another side of you. M
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Yes! I left you a voice mail message.
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I didn’t have one, that’s strange. I’ll pick another time and send email. Have a blessed day.
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That, and did you know that your creative juices are all the more exploited?
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Right!
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So do I….Sometimes I’ve got this vision: Me, in twenty years from now, sitting in a café, writing into my daily journal. And on the table next to me there’s a little child with its mother whispering into her ear: “Mom, what is this old woman doing?” And Mom will answer: “Kid, it’s called ‘writing’. They used to do it in those old days…”
Yes, this is true. But now I need my dictionary for spell check! No autocorrect.
Me too Bill!
@Bill – right now my sister in law came to the table with a huge ‘petit Robert’, THE French dictionary. By the time she shoved it in place I had looked up the word on the iPad and told her. It was ‘courrier’… (mail) and as a French mother tongue person she wasn’t sure if the word ha one or two r…. So yes, we’re all guilty of that one.
True for me…
True for many, I’m sure, in this e-world we swim in…
Even more human if you use a fountain pen . . it freaks out those too young to have used or even seen them.
@RAY; You just tempt me to search for my fancy fountain pen….. I used to love writing with it but then I found it difficult to find the particular purple ink cartridges I liked to employ. Last week I found a whole pack of said cartridges but have yet to unearth the fountain pen. Life is providing but disorder is preventing me of ‘living it all to the full’…. 😉
Good luck in the search. I have around two dozen pens and only 3-4 use cartridges, the others use a converter or self -enclosed filling system. I like different color inks and Levenger’s Amethyst is one of my go-tos. I hope you find it 🖌
I think we’d be shocked to know how many young people don’t know how to write except with a keyboard.
I bet u are right!
yes, me too. my favorite way to write.
Me to!!!!!!!! Did I miss your call? Phone turned off for doctor appt., forgot. No problem, you can be just answer questions and send back. I want people to know another side of you. M
Yes! I left you a voice mail message.
I didn’t have one, that’s strange. I’ll pick another time and send email. Have a blessed day.
That, and did you know that your creative juices are all the more exploited?
Right!
So do I….Sometimes I’ve got this vision: Me, in twenty years from now, sitting in a café, writing into my daily journal. And on the table next to me there’s a little child with its mother whispering into her ear: “Mom, what is this old woman doing?” And Mom will answer: “Kid, it’s called ‘writing’. They used to do it in those old days…”
Smiling. ❤️