I can milk a cow and wash a separator; kill and dress a chicken and have it ready for dinner in the blink of a cat's eye; knit a sweater and block it to fit the intended wearer; identify a dyslexic and teach him/her how to read; make pecan pie cupcakes and serve them with panache and great joy; find my way through, in, and around airports in dozens of cities on several continents; hold an audience of hundreds of people spellbound for three hours at a time; keep a husband happy for 57 years; communicate with and adore 4 offspring and their 8 offspring, and still I can't remember how to navigate this blasted blogging business. How did I manage to do all of the aforementioned things without the benefit of blogging, and why in the name of Heaven am I blogging now? Face it, those of you who are over 75, the skills which, in your youth, you practiced so diligently to hone, are useless in the face of stampeding technology. Try not to cry.