I hadn't really realized until I got this new computer exactly how many words I had added to the dictionary of the old one over the last five or six years.
But it seems like almost every other sentence contains a word that I had to go ahead and add.
Those that are spelled correctly, anyway.
'Course, alot of the words I use aint correct. Like 'alot' and 'aint' for example.
I will usually cruise right along and hammer out two or three sentences before I look up at the 'puter screen to see what it is I have done. And then I'll see all of these squiggly red lines under half of the words I have used. Then I go back and add them to the dang dictionary.
And if I go back and pull up an old post or a story, there they are again. And instead of waltzing down memory lane with an old tale, I'll be grumbling and updating my dictionary again.
I'll be glad when I get most of my favorite words in this thing so it will quit making me grumble.
It would have been interesting to have kept track of the number of words I have added. Alot of the admittedly are names and don't really count. The other day I used the phrase "a classic beauty, like Hepburn" and it didn't hiccup at all on her name. But if I put in Banty or Gums or Frankenjerk.... there are those squiggly lines again....
Ah well. It keeps me off the streets I guess. Probably a good thing, in the long run.
March 17th is, as you surely know, St. Patricks day. (had to add Patricks there) And it is also Submarine Day. I guess it will be a wild day of celebration for the Irish Submarine Fleet. The thought of a hangover at sea gives me the heebie-jeebies.
And then I added heebie-jeebies. Joy.
Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht - *That's an old Yiddish proverb that some translate to this: "Man plans, God laughs." I have had many occasions in my life to use that quotation.* *Don't ...
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