I have noticed as I’ve gotten older that the kind of errors I make when I’m typing have changed. I don’t think, even with the help of the spell-checker, that they are reduced in number. But they are different. Instead of mistakes like writing “teh” instead of “the”, or “winder” instead of “winter,” my fingers seem to tell my brain that they already know what I want to say. So instead of typing “arrived,” my fingers make up their own words and type “arround” — with 2 r’s yet. If you are a regular reader of this blog, you may have seen some examples of similar don’t-tell-me-what-to-do wilfulness that escaped my notice and so did not get scrubbed out.
Today, though, I got an email from a friend describing the record-breaking weather in America that I would be proud to say I had authored. Apparently, NYC has had two accumulations of 5-8 inches of “know.”
But then, may it really was “know.” She’s settled down in her apartment with a book.
And maybe a glass of