Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The Cost of Penmanship

Now that the holiday season is over, I can rev up again, ready to go the distance.  Unfortunately, I reinjured my post-op ankle, so the limp is back in style, and the "good" ankle whimpers from time to time due to compensation.  I know it will be two years from last June before I'm at 80% of normal on the post-op ankle, anyway, but I had made strides in recovery, and now I'm set back about a month.  At least it's not as bad as the pain I experienced when laid up for weeks.  That was inhuman/inhumane.  Unthinkable pain.  Anyway.  It's not that bad, but it's enough to make me count steps and not take unnecessary ones for the last couple weeks.  Today just seems worse than yesterday, and I don't know why.  Each day presents its own set of challenges.

Take Fifth Grade, for instance.  "Mom, it's just so...challenging," my son says, repeatedly, with heavy sighs and much procrastination of homework.  His penmanship is alien in origin, or at least, it seems that way. If only his teacher were from Mars, then he would be able to read it.  But, alas, he is from Earth, and demands to read the answers in a language and style familiar to this planet.  Why can't they just type?  How often do we read each other's handwriting these days, anyway?  Reality dictates that children must learn to keyboard at an early age anyway, so why demand any type of penmanship?  Bah, why don't we just learn telepathy?  We could do away with the written language entirely, and emotions could be communicated as well as words, better encompassing ideas, concepts, and dreams.  There would be only honesty.  I hate it when people lie.

But then, if there were only telepathic communication, I would be out of a job.  And a hobby.  And a blog!

Never mind.  Carry on, then!  He shall practice his cursive (again) tonight.  For the sake of humanity.  Yeah.  That sounds right.


  1. I hate it when people lie too. Both my boys suffer from poor penmanship. No amount of practicing has improved it. Good luck with your son. Lots of fun. Lots of fun.

  2. SOrry you're struggling with your ankle again. My hubby just had knee surgery (his 5th) so the limp is in style at our house too.

  3. Sorry about your hb, Roni! I hope this is his last surgery. As for penmanship, Susan, I noticed that mine isn't exactly stellar, either. I wonder if it's genetic.


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