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In this our one- click-away-from-answers age I get startled when I need receipts, certifications, and other documents. These can’t be googled! I usually panic and sometimes even get high blood pressure in the process. I get rattled when I can’t find pieces of linen from delivered laundry or when I can’t have answers to questions posed by my professor-journalist husband. For months I was pleased with myself having a website.

Then several reader coaxed me to open a Facebook account. For years I managed to stay firm in my resolve to stay away from Facebook. What with the troublesome experiences of some of my fellow senior citizens. Then a nephew opened an account for me under a false name. I already wrote about my woes, not being able to access using my password created by my nephew. Eventually I got tired emailing and texting my nephew for instructions. I decided to take a more daring approach. I changed my password. Since then I have been enjoying my Facebook network.

When I was still active in the academe I would do a lot with “Word”. But after my mild stroke last May typing with my left hand has been like swatting flies and never hitting any. So I impatiently, but with prayers to my favorite saints email my essays to Marc Co in installments! Once in a while I dream of hiring an encoder but the mere thought of having another soul in our condo stops me. I have illusions of living like Henry David Thoreau at Walden Pond but only till my husband comes home daily from work.