She's done that a few times now. She is an avid reader, cruising through books, always with one waiting and ready in the wings. She's just great. She reads and scrolls down and then clicks and wonders what happened to the blog. "I didn't do anything" she says and I say "I heard you click the mouse mom." "Oh did I?" she says. Then I get her back to where she left off and she nods and chuckles and then all of a sudden she points. "oh, you made a mistake", she says. I say, "where?" and she says, "right there". She's right. I read it and think "yup, there is a mistake alright". I told her "I'm a one woman show here Mom. I'm the author, editor and publisher".. "and it's been a long time since I was taught grammar."
I was thinking later though, wouldn't it be handy to just type out the draft and have someone come in and just kind of fix it up. Deal with the Microsoft and Picasso and blog issues and come back and click the publish button and have it all just print and copyright perfect.
My beloved Mr. T looked at me over coffee this morning and said . "Would you mind helping me in the barn today? I looked at him and said "No, I wouldn't mind at all. You look like I might say no". I think he feels with my new important position of author, editor and publisher . . well, perhaps I won't have time for farming. I can't imagine why he would say that.
So, I'm off to see the hens.