Monday morning continued

Now what do we do. Ah-ha! It's fixed. I had to close out that last post because something went wrong. I accidentally hit some key, I don't know which one, and my keyboard went into backwards-upside-down mode. When I hit the space bar, the cursor went up! I've never been able to make it do that before.
Anyway, last week I intended to put up more photos, and blogspot quit working. I'll get back to it maybe later today.
Right now I am in a language mode, not a picture mode. I would really do well not to get too carried away with pictures. I seem to be unable to just post them and forget it. I first have to examine umpteen photos to pick out the very best and most relevant and then I try to edit each one to try to make it look better, which is kind of a waste of time, because they are really about right anyway (pretty clever, Canon Power-Shot!) (And I don't have the kind of editor I need, which is one I used to have that would straighten slanted photos--I habitually hold the camera a bit down on the right, which looks bad on a photo with a building or a horizon.)
Language. When I was about twelve years old I determined that what I wanted to do with my life would have to have something to do with language or music. Well, it never happened, and just as well. Raising a family was what the Lord had for me, and it was (and is) great. But now it's back to language. I wish, wish, wish that all young children who have the aptitude could be taught languages while they are young. (Get busy, Elijah, in case you are a missionary someday, or in case you travel.) It would be so much better than waiting till you are fifty-some to learn a new alphabet. It is so easy and fun to do it when you are young, and will save you hours and hours of work later.
When I was ten years old I studied a tiny bit of French. I still remember, "En ete, il fait beau. Le soleil brille." I still remember about 200 words of French. I looked through a dictionary and counted them. Some of them are words we all know anyway, like ballet and chandelier. If it is that easy to learn when you are young, that is the time to do it. But you don't know why when you are ten years old, and now my computer is in italics mode and won't stop! I have to de-italicize over and over again. (Not so clever, Hewlett-Packard!)
I ran across (thank you HP, for changing the rules--now that the italics button is on, there are no italics--and my emoticons have disappeared, or I would make a face for sure. ) - - - As I was saying, I ran across the word for "font," which is "גופן" . When ever I think of the Hebrew word for "font" in my mind's eye I don't see "גופן" but "gofan". When will I ever have a visual memory in Hebrew? That is why I think it would be great to teach young children different alphabets (Hebrew, Hindi, Arabic, Russian) and a few words because once it's in your head it's there and can be revived, especially if you review a bit every week, or every month or so.
A lady in a store said something to me that was probably "Are you ready to pay?" I heard "pay" because that is a word I know, but I didn't catch the words for "are you ready." I didn't suddenly go deaf, but I just couldn't catch them. My brain isn't alert enough for foreign words. Have you ever had the experience of someone "hearing" what they thought you were going to say, and you feel like yelling "that's not what I said and you're not listening!"? Partly it's the way the brain works. If you're focused on something that turns out not to be there, you have to go back and refocus so you can hear.