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Another morning of molasses computer. I wish I had a better idea of what was causing it. It's a bit frustrating to think the phone is faster. Of course i don't ask the phone to do as much simultaneously. Google Earth is apparently not getting along well. I wonder if it's finally time to upgrade to Lion: no time for a few weeks, anyhow.
Yesterday evening was a wonderful soaking rain. Edward sat in the cat tower under the shelter of the deck, apparently enjoying his view of the weather.
We watched a Swedish Wallander episode, not the BBC's version, that Christine had purchased for my birthday. My, how intense they are! As a measure of mental sharpness, i had no trouble sorting out the interrelationships early on. Earlier, i had felt dim and faded, but i suppose dinner (a huge salad) and the overdose of oreos (sugar rush!) may have helped.
In the past week i have had the opportunity to read aloud two memorial minutes. Each time i have switched digits in reading years to discover i had only by the chorus of listeners correcting me. It's not an unfamiliar experience. Last night i skimmed over some of the adult symptoms of dyslexia: many are familiar. It's not the first time i've pondered whether i fit the criteria for dyslexia, but I'm not sure what the point would be now. Some of the ways i switch terms and stumble with articulation might be "excused" as dyslexia. Currently i think i "use" that clumsiness with a self deprecating humor: i'm aware how other aspects of my assertive and strong personality could be... uncomfortable. And with a firm diagnosis, what then? I've learned coping skills ("Don't tell me to turn left or right, but your way and my way.") and i no longer work in fields where i think it was affecting my performance (far less need for accurate number recording, etc).
It can certainly explain the scrim that falls across my mind when trying to learn an unfamiliar name: the sounds slip by in a rush, i can't hold them long enough to observe and learn. But i cope well (Thank you, spelling checkers!). Because i taught myself to read -- my mother insists i learned to read because she wouldn't read some of the more "soap opera" comic strips to me --it's hard to know whether i would have had a difficulty with being taught. Do i read like other people do? How could one know?
I'd be interested in participating with research: i'm not quite sure how to go about that. Put a search agent on craigslist looking for the term dyslexia?
Yesterday evening was a wonderful soaking rain. Edward sat in the cat tower under the shelter of the deck, apparently enjoying his view of the weather.
We watched a Swedish Wallander episode, not the BBC's version, that Christine had purchased for my birthday. My, how intense they are! As a measure of mental sharpness, i had no trouble sorting out the interrelationships early on. Earlier, i had felt dim and faded, but i suppose dinner (a huge salad) and the overdose of oreos (sugar rush!) may have helped.
In the past week i have had the opportunity to read aloud two memorial minutes. Each time i have switched digits in reading years to discover i had only by the chorus of listeners correcting me. It's not an unfamiliar experience. Last night i skimmed over some of the adult symptoms of dyslexia: many are familiar. It's not the first time i've pondered whether i fit the criteria for dyslexia, but I'm not sure what the point would be now. Some of the ways i switch terms and stumble with articulation might be "excused" as dyslexia. Currently i think i "use" that clumsiness with a self deprecating humor: i'm aware how other aspects of my assertive and strong personality could be... uncomfortable. And with a firm diagnosis, what then? I've learned coping skills ("Don't tell me to turn left or right, but your way and my way.") and i no longer work in fields where i think it was affecting my performance (far less need for accurate number recording, etc).
It can certainly explain the scrim that falls across my mind when trying to learn an unfamiliar name: the sounds slip by in a rush, i can't hold them long enough to observe and learn. But i cope well (Thank you, spelling checkers!). Because i taught myself to read -- my mother insists i learned to read because she wouldn't read some of the more "soap opera" comic strips to me --it's hard to know whether i would have had a difficulty with being taught. Do i read like other people do? How could one know?
I'd be interested in participating with research: i'm not quite sure how to go about that. Put a search agent on craigslist looking for the term dyslexia?
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