I'm Your Girl

I’m a competent person. I arrived at a meeting Monday night with everything I needed; opened my bag to find pencil, paper, meeting agenda - and a pair of potholders.I’m a competent teacher too: I’m at my sister Nan‘s now attempting to teach her what I only partially understand myself: how to master Nuance’s Dragon software that uses your own little voice to navigate the Web, go on Facebook convey your marvelous thoughts to the world etc. Also and more immediately how to use the great new browser Chrome which is different from other browsers in many interesting ways. (I like the 'file folders' look it has when you go to open a new window. File folders we over-50 people understand. Wasn’t my first ‘real’ summer job as a clerk-typist, I who even today can type no better than a blind gerbil? I could file though! Boy could I file!So down we sat at our laptops, Nan at hers me at mine. Me I like the touch pad; I gave up on the mouse long ago. Nan however likes a mouse so we went to Staples and got a wireless one (since it’s no longer 1989)  and we were SET.She took hold of the mouse and tracked it left; the cursor went right. She tracked it right; the cursor went left.  “What the hell is happening? It’s going in the opposite direction of where I tell it to go!”“Really?” “Yes really.” We peered together at the screen.She tried again. She directed it up; the cursor went down. She directed it down; the cursor went up. “@$&@!” said Nan. "Defective?" said I, then “Oh wait!...”Because only then, ten minutes into what I had pictured as Terry’s Excellent Tutorial did I see: we had the mouse upside down. So I'm not reaching any new benchmarks in the Masterful Me department. But I'm having a nice relaxing time.