Ok,I admit it. I never learned to type. I stayed away from it like the plague–afraid that it would typecast me into a role from which I might never emerge.
Pretty stupid on my part. Today, you can’t live in Internet space without typing. My three-finger method has gotten me by–mostly with the help of spell checkers. But it takes me longer than most.
My nine year-old grandson, Keaton, watched this process in obvious dismay. Finally, in exasperation he said, ” Tutu Mama (my name), you can go online and learn!”
He sat on my lap and went to www.dancemat typing.com Oh my gosh– I have a Scottish speaking goat telling me where to put my fingers. I miss many letter in the easiest practice.
Bless his heart. Keaton never once laughs or snickers. He then shows me about another site called power typing for the time when I have done everything with the old goat and can move to… whatever.
Don’t tell anyone. I think I will be sneaking in late at night to work with the Dance Mat goat.Printing goats instead of sheep!