Write it down

 I saw an Instagram post that said something about handwriting. Uh oh.

For one thing, they tell me that kids don't learn cursive handwriting anymore. I know why they call it "cursive." Everyone who tries to read what I've written winds up cursing. Even before I got the "arthuritis" in my wrists and thumbs, my handwriting was atrocious. One reason: I am lefthanded.  Another reason: I don't know why. It just is.

Maybe - I just thought of this - I had heard that one day we would communicate via texts and emails. They foretold all this on "The Jetsons," so I didn't bother learning to write very well.

My father did amazing calligraphy with great detail in ink and watercolor. Here is but one example. 

When he left me lists of chores to do around the house ("Wash car, put snow tires on Plymouth, sweep up sawdust") they looked a lot like this. My mother won award after award in high school for her perfect Palmer method handwriting.

My grocery list once fell into the wrong hands and the FBI showed up at the supermarket, convinced that my itemized notes were coded plans for an invasion of Taiwan.

So please don't judge me for my handwriting. If you agree not to, I will send you a neatly typed thank-you note.