Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’
This is what it must be like when you are completely out of your mind, and you cannot recall what you did five minutes ago.
I’ve being doing a series on the logs of ‘Micro’, and yesterday I published ‘Micro’s’ Cruises No 6 – Holy Island Part 1. I had forgotten that I had already uploaded articles about this particular cruise between February 4th and 9th!! I therefore apologise for my memory loss, and in due time, I’ll publish Cruise No 7.
For those who are astute, you will notice minor differences between the accounts given of Holy Island Part 1, which is about my journey by road from Essex to Holy Island, the Island itself and the launching of ‘Micro’. The reason for the textural changes is because whenever I present items that were previously published on my Small Sailboats Website I try to improve them. When I re-examine some of the stuff I published at Small Sailboats I am seldom satisfied with it - I’m even embarrassed by a few things, not because of the content, but because of the bungling English.
Despite the difficulties I have with expressing myself verbally, I’ll continue persevering at improving my writing. For me, it is a challenge, and part of the process of learning which we do throughout our lives. Those who are articulate when young have a headlong start. They are the highfliers who leave the others behind. Literacy and numeracy are prerequisites to their success.
When I was at school I had great difficulty with reading and writing, and I now know that I suffered from dyslexia, but at that time there were no specialist teachers or therapists who could identify the problem; indeed, the condition was unheard of. I felt inadequate and I believed I was a dunce, but there were subjects at which I excelled, art and science in particular. These were the subjects that gave me hope, and it was through them that my verbal skills were improved by use of the nomenclature required to articulate them.
Now I’m getting to the stage when I suffer with ‘senior moments’, which is tremendously embarrassing, especially when I freeze in mid-sentence, because the word I want eludes me. I hope that I do not regress too rapidly until I am categorised as one suffering from Alzheimer’s disease.