My mother said I was a wampus cat. What a wampus cat is exactly, I can't tell you, and I doubt if Mom could either, but there you have it. A wampus cat. It brings to mind some sort of wild animal, like a bobcat or panther maybe. A wild animal isn't me, though, but wampus sounds kind like whopper, and to my ears it also brings to mind big. Maybe that early conditioning is why I still fight the battle of the bulge today. After all, if I'm a wampus cat, I must be big. Nothing like starting on the old self concept a little young. But, I guess I'd rather be a wampus cat than say a skunk or a frog, which might have been a really difficult thing to impose on a developing psyche, so wampus cat is not so bad.This wampus cat was born in Austin, Texas, in 1955. Growing up, I always felt like I was living in "modern" times, but when you think about it, 1955 is only 90 years after the Civil War ended. Heck, I bet there were even native Americans roaming around less than a century before my birth, so 1955 is not as modern as it sounds. Or perhaps that makes me old. If I was born that soon after the Civil War, I must be pretty ancient. Maybe that's the problem. I'm nothing but a vintage wampus cat with weight issues. That places me before the Age of Computers, me and about thirty zillion other Baby Boomers. Some of us have coped with the new technology, while others have been left behind thinking being born years after the war ended made them modern, whatever modern is. I have issues with this computer technology myself, but was forced by the need for an income stream to deal with these newfangled pieces of wire and plastic. Funny how something as simple as inanimate objects like as wire and plastic can go together to create something so FRUSTRATING as a computer. However, I've been forced to respect these pieces of wire and plastic, if for no other reason than that by becoming proficient at using one I am able to keep my job. After all, if kindergarteners can work a computer, surely I, with all my life experience not to mention education should be able to at least master the machine's basics. Wrong. It's not that easy. I tend to lean toward the thinking of a good old friend who swears her force field creates electronic interference that makes computers crash. That's a good line. I can see myself explaining to my boss, "I can't submit this report because my invisible force field is creating static and causing my computer to malfunction." Then the computer techie would be sent in to find the problem, which of course wouldn't exist, since the problem is the fact that a wampus cat is trying to work the programs, so of course nothing works. A vintage wampus cat, at that, with weight issues. No wonder I don't remember the early years all that well.