A Sticky Situation

I wrote something, my wife commented, and I thought it was over. NO. She went and read it to my Mother.  Since Mom has no computer, she was blissfully unaware of this crazy blog.  Now she asks that I send her some of the old ones, as she'd like to read them also.  I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but I'm going to do it.  At least I'll be able to edit which ones she gets, unless my treacherous wife sends them all behind my back.  Pray for me, I think I'm going to need it.

About June/Post OP

I have her back. I don't deserve this, but will take what I am dealt. She worked like a slave to come back from this operation. I, on the other hand, did almost nothing but stand on the sidelines and wring my hands. I thank God, and anyone else I can think of, for the turnout. She is snotty, impossible, and otherwise hard to get along with. In other words, normal.
Thank you, God. I owe you.

Getting Here, or, Old School

I tried to sign in the other day, and was foiled. I screwed with it awhile, then gave up. A normal thing in today's society; not so for me. Today, I prevailed. I did not back down after being told that 'login information was incomplete'. How long must we kow-tow to these e-bullies? I know what is proper English, and what is not. The 'puter under my control does not. It may have spelling down, but has it read Twain, or Hemingway? Steinbeck, or Tolkien?
I see an enlarging area that we must all circumvent in the future. Say what you mean. Ignore the warnings from the e'media. Someday, human endevours will be secondary. Hopefully, not for a long time ,yet.