DON'T OPEN THE WINDOW

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Oct 5

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Growing up there were no computers until you saw them on television in movies, wall to wall reels with loads of knobs, lights and robotic sounds, allowing for outdoor activities and no sitting around.

Again, growing older-still no computers that I knew of, made way for learning crafts like cooking, sewing, ironing and knitting along with crocheting and washing walls and floors then windows and time, time to create things and time to spare! Just slim, trim and no sitting around unless I was drawing pictures or printing down thoughts or jotting down words to a new song I wanted to learn.

Then around the age of twenty something, still no computers in my life just getting fancier on the television screen. Paper. Paper became very important to me, never having enough of the stuff or running out of it-needing to use napkins or the backs of news letters coming through the mail, all the while wondering if there would be a better way to save my printed or written stories.

"WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE PAPER!" Who used the last piece of paper without saying anything? What's the matter with you people, you can't say, "I have the last piece of paper!" This loss of paper forced my hand, I started printing on walls until more paper was present. Then frig that!!! I painted my one wall with blackboard paint. How do you like that?

Then…Chalk, chalk, CHALK! Where is all the chalk? "The baby ate it. Or the dog or I saw the cat playing with something, could have been the chalk." What's the matter with you guys? Holy sack man… pick up the chalk.

After that, every time I saw paper on sale, no matter where I was, I bought it. Lined paper unlined paper, paper with holes…I didn't care as long as it was paper. And chalk, lots of chalk. Let's see the baby eat all that just kidding. I'll take a baby any day over chalk.

Life without a computer? DON'T OPEN THE WINDOW…" To late! Noooo. Numbering. Paper flying all over the room like a rocket blasted off with me trying to snatch each sheet out of the air. Numbering. "Close the window." And the paper just falls to the floor floating like little feathers to their doom, now a hundred sheets of paper or more blankets the room like it's all good, we didn't leave the room? But it's not all good, because where is page one?

Life without a computer with UNNUMBERED sheets of paper holding days of my written work now smiling all over the place at me is harsh, leaving me to READ just to find page two, three, four, five…, you get the picture. Growl…Growl…Roar. Bahahaha.