Perhaps down in the bottom of a beer bottle is the best answer. At least for me today it was. Went out for the Wednesday Walkers group hike, then we did our aftermath at the Kitchenette. We each took turns buying a bucket of six beers. Next thing I knew I was feeling buzzed. Stopped in The Pub and bought some New York steaks on the way home. Took a nap. Then a shower. Now it’s time to head back into town. So, I’ll fill you in on all the details tomorrow. Promise.
In the meantime, there’s this:
It’s very strange to me because I just can’t relate to the mindset. I can see an erroneous sentence of yours and point it out to you by saying, “There are two comma errors in this sentence,” and you can immediately spot and correct the errors. So why isn’t that error-correction function switched on when you’re initially writing that sentence? You’re obviously savvy enough to know what’s wrong when I give you a mere hint. I can only conclude that you simply don’t like proofreading your prose while you’re writing. But why? Laziness? Lack of pride in language? I can’t relate.
Your prose isn’t a house of horrors, but it can be mildly frustrating, especially when the same damn errors appear again and again. But at this point, I realize I’m dealing with a certain level of incorrigibility: you’re set in your ways, and no more new knowledge can go in, however much I might rant and rave. And with that realization comes the realization that that’s true for all of us as we get older. So you’ll have noticed that I haven’t been correcting your prose of late. Why beat a dead horse?
There’s definitely some sloppiness involved. I do proofread at least once before posting, but later I’ll spot things I read right over without catching. I honestly do think about commas more than I used to, and I hoped I was doing at least marginally better in that regard.
The scary thing now for me is that my mistakes have catapulted into misusing words or using the wrong word in context. There is a growing disconnect between what my brain says and my fingers type. I joke about becoming Biden-esque, but I can see deterioration in many aspects of my mental acuity. Memory is really declining rapidly for example. Names, things, and places are increasingly off the radar. I guess I’ll eventually reach the point where I am unaware or no longer care, but for now, I am still trying my best.
Well, for what it’s worth, we’re all on the same road.