This month I’m trying to learn two skills: text messaging and ironing. It’s a funny combination, these two. One is something everyone younger than I am seems to know how to do intuitively; the other is something everyone older than I am seems to know. Both are things I never really gave a crap about until recently. And yet, here I find myself hunched over a cell phone pecking out words, face screwed up in concentration. And I find myself in the kitchen, cursing as I iron yet another wrinkle into formerly smooth work slacks. I’m getting better at texting. I continue to suck at ironing. Maybe this will be okay, because I could always get a helper monkey to do the ironing, but I don’t think I’d trust it to send my text messages accurately.
I will keep practicing until one of two things happens: I become the world champion at either skill, or I get bored and take on a new project. Feel free to place bets on which will occur first.