Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm feeling secure as I just purchased books for my bedside supply. I read the reviews, and my choices look good on paper. I have a long weekend to get through at the end of which is my driving test, so I need fortifying. I was surprised yesterday when I realized that somehow I was spelling my youngest grandson's name incorrectly recently. I checked my birthday book. It was spelled correctly, but somehow I'd got into my noggin that it was a different spelling. Both spellings sound identical, and I realized the one his parents chose I do like better, but I have been spelling it the old fashioned way. Well, I'm nothing if not old fashioned, or rather, ancient. It made me feel feeble minded, and the tension of turning another year old in a few days has evidently scrambled my brains. I guess I've been in isolation too long, and nobody has seen me write his name. It was seeing his cubbie at preschool that made me realize my mistake. Oh, dear!