Today I have spent, so far, teaching JAWS to read COBOL. It is a tedious process and may easily take me the rest of the week just to get the basics. I have read through my problem report number 132 and will try to resolve it while teaching JAWS. The dictionary process is a little tedious. There really should be a key combination that goes directly to the dictionary dialog. I may try to create a script to accomplish that. That task seems to have been doomed to utter failure. I just don't know enough about scripts to do anything useful.
I have bagged the headset HirePotential supplied. The speakers or whatever were under the padding were so shaped that they poked my ears. Additionally, I didn't like the "split" headset concept. Right ear for JAWS and left for the telephone meant two cords dangling. I found it very uncomfortable. I prefer listening to the screen reader through speakers but have substituted my own old and worn-out headset. I use it for listening to talking books and am more comfortable with it.
The prospect of teaching JCL to my screen reader is a daunting one. I don't know how to approach it. JCL is hard to follow in some ways even when you can see it.
The morning is over. I went with Ralph and Cherie to have lunch a the Echo Lounge. Not a class place, but they had an excellent prime rib sandwich. The curly fries arrived hot and crispy ... an unusual event in my experience. At least I got out for lunch this week. I will be "dining in" the rest of the week.
I have had a headache all day (well, every day, but it isbad today. Lunch often helps but did not do so today. I hope my new doctor will get me on the track and find a way to cure my headache.
I cannot bear the thought of spending the afternoon teaching JAWS more JCL or COBOL. It is so staccato and so laborious that I will just do something else today. I think that will be my pattern this week. I'll teach JAWS in the mornings and try to do other things in the afternoon.
My writing has fallen by the wayside. I am writing nothing at all. Only my poetry survives. I am still writing about a poem a day and have been doing so since June. It is an odd form of expression for me, but the fact that I can express myself in an utterly free-form fashion and still produce "oetry" seems to keep me going.
More later. . .