The Scribble Pad
The mental meanderings of a slightly loose screw.
Thursday 14 August - The left-handed gardener
Oh the trials and tribulations of getting old and decrepit! My right hand has pretty much decided it needs a vacation, what with the years of self-abuse - no, I know what you're thinking and that's not it! - that comes from pounding away at a keyboard, 13 novels and endless articles' worth. Between that and the hours I've spent hacking away at hard, unyielding earth in an effort to get something to actually grow in it, I can say I've pretty much ruined my hand.
But technology saves the day. Enter voice recognition software. Yeah, yeah, I know you've heard it before. But this time I'm serious. Honest.
I've dusted off my Dragon software and I'm working my little butt off to try to get it to recognize my Trinidadian accent. Sometimes I think it's gold, and sometimes I just want to smash the damn thing, but it works, especially when I'm not tired and slurring. It's worth the effort if it protects me from a sweet dose of Carpal Tunnel somewhere down the line.
And as for my poor, decrepit garden, which has gone to the slugs since I stopped working in it, well, I'll just have to muddle left-handedly along. If I get just one tomato out of it - not to mention the feeling of Zen that it brings - it'll be worth it.
