I have an update on my cousin. I finally actually talked to mom and got more detailed info. I mean I talked to her on Tuesday but haven't since then just texted.

The doctors have said if there is no change by the end of the week Jay will be moved to an extended care nursing home. Rigjt now he is breathing on his own but has a feeding tube. And then if there is no change in 3-4 weeks my Aunt could make the decision to remove all forms of support.

My uncle has to fly back to Oklahoma for eye surgery so Mom is going to Fl. Tomorrow she is driving to a friend's in GA and spending the night and then will go to St Augustine Mon.

I'm going to go to her house Monday after work and spend the night and bring her cat back on Tues. That way I'm not driving an hour and a half to her house from work and then an hour home on Sunday or Monday.

And we will keep her cat until she gets back and she had to get back by April 27th for pre op appointment for HER eye surgery. Ans my uncle will fly back down if he is needed.

In the meantime my other aunt who can't travel well is researching assisted and independent living for Aunt Wanda bc she can'tive on her own. My uncle had to: get her stuff in storage, call someone about a garage sale for the rest, and get Wanda's house on the market. Something everyone has been trying to get Wanda to do for almost a year since she had an accident and had to move in with Jay.

It's alot and there are some other pieces in play. I just needed to get that a out.

Yeah, I was an outlier. I was attending a prep school from 7th to 9th grade and they made all 7th graders take typing no matter what. It was something that had started long before I attended. Basically by doing this they could then require that all papers be typed when they were submitted for the rest of your time there.

In middle school we had to pick a single elective. Although in 6th grade you could take a different one each grading period or something like that. Which is what I did before picking band. There was some kind of business skills elective that was typing, balancing a check book things like that. Which was my only formal typing class until high school typing which was computer based tbe one year I remember taking it

But I had a portable typewriter and an electric typewriter that I would use at home for various things bit I was neve a skilled typist. My skills didn't honed until IRC chat (I met Daniel in one!) And then being online for usenet forums and things like that. I think Mom got us Mavis Beacon teaches typing for home and then I later found typing tests or practices online various places.

Although if it weren't for autocrorrect my typing would be a lot worse and slower with all the going back. At this point on my phone I rely on predictive typing prompts for long words

I'm sorry for all the turmoil, askye. It is hard, and a lot.

I am actually not a good typist anymore, especially not on the phone.

Askye- that sounds so stressful.

I took typing for two years in high school as well as Shorthand! I was the only guy in the Shorthand class.

My dad encouraged me to take typing because he had learned how to type on a manual typewriter in HS in the 40s. He really loved his typing teacher.

After he lost a few fingers in a construction accident at age 16, he was going to quit, but she would have none of it. She made him come after school and meet the typewriter repairman for the district, who was a guy who had lost seven of his fingers (whole and partial) and he could type 90wpm on a manual. So my dad had no excuses.

My high school was brand new so we had gorgeous, brand new IBM Selectric typewriters to learn on. Loved those font-balls! (I'm fascinated by people who collect them. I appreciate the niche.)

I was the only guy in the Shorthand class.

To this day, my mom will write notes to herself in shorthand. I was fascinated by it as a kid.

When she was paying bills, sometimes, my mom would write swears in shorthand in the memo field of her checks — usually to the insurance company, bank, or electric company.

When she was paying bills, sometimes, my mom would write swears in shorthand in the memo field of her checks — usually to the insurance company, bank, or electric company.

Ha!

I remember a children's book that hinged on solving a mystery, which was solved by reading Shorthand which had been stitched into a quilt.

I wonder what the book was. I always wish I'd learned shorthand.

My first auto insurance policy was through a company that called itself [Name] Assurance Company.

I used to address the envelopes to [Name] Ass. Co. It made me feel better.