Friday, 10 April 2009


Oh aye the carving, I did that from a rough out last winter.
Any thought that there is a time in life we stop learning got a real dint these last few days. The first was from my disabled pal Roberta. We'd worked on a speech recognition programme together in the hope it would give her independant access to her pc. After a period, 2/3 hours I was at the stage of banging my head on the table.. Our progress was so slow. However we'd made a start.
Unknown to me she's roped in my wife, who works with her and another carer to continue on the programme. Roberta sent me an email she had dictated herself. The first she'd done on her own, and the best I'd ever received . Sure there were misataked and a lot of them, but she'd done it.

Then just now I visited the Out West page , and spent sometime really looking at Lynn's work. His dedication to carving is obvious.

Both Roberta and Lynn made me realise success is built largly on perseverance. You'd think at near 70 years old I'd know that!


The Great Ethan Allen said...

Hey! well done! Unlike my father, I belive you are never too old to learn something new. ( you can't teach an old dog new tricks is his motto) I learn something new everyday, even if I don't realize it. As far as perserverance, You only fail if you stop trying. Gratz on the voice recognition program.

MackTheKnife said...

That's a nice Santa, there, John. You ought to do more of them.

My whole life has been about learning. Since you read my blog you know I'm still learning. At least when I PAY ATTENTION TO MY OWN DAMN RULES!!! OK, deep breath. In with the good air, out with the bad.. . . . I'm better now.


MackTheKnife said...

By the way, what in the name of Tunket is a fitevircome?

diy said...

Thanks gents I should know that learning is, should be an on going event.
Instead of doing what my mother wanted me to do at 16 I waited till I was 55 years old and then, went to university. I enjoyed my time there, learning.

Now fitevercomes.
This is a tape word. Fit is the Doric for what. So its what ever nonsense I write .
Doric is the local dialect of English from my home area, the NE of Scotland.