Sunday, 28 November 2010

♪Just bitchin' and mopin' and sinkin' and brayin'♫

I'm battling with my inner bitch today. This afternoon was the last of the online chats that form a part of the online course I've been taking in genealogy this month. There were four chats, one at the end of each week.

Now, I'm not great at online chats. I'm not even that crazy about instant messaging. It's like conversation with a ticking timer. Online chats are kind of like cocktail parties. With the Loose Women (if you're British) or The View (if you're American).I don't like either show. They're talking a million miles a minute, overlapping each other, about things that usually hold little interest for me, unfortunately exactly like this month's chats.

As it happened, I only made it to two of the chats, the first because I forgot it was in Greenwich Mean Time. There's no excuse for this; I've taken a course from this company before -- I plead temporary insanity. I missed the third chat because I failed to receive the week's lesson and I was damned if I was going to subject myself to an online chat if I hadn't even done the assignments. So I spent part of this week doing two weeks' worth of lessons, then glumly presented myself at the final chat.

They chatted, all right. About the snow in Britain. About so-and-so's birthday vacation to Tenerife. About getting dad to look after the kids to so she could do her genealogy research, lol. I got up and made myself a snack. Sat down, checked the printout and saw I'd missed nothing. Checked my email and surfed a little. When I looked again, they were sharing platitudes about the importance of organization in family research and explaining to someone else what IMHO meant.

I'm pleased to say that the course I took last spring wasn't like this, although I didn't like the chatroom aspect then much either. It's useful for enforcing assignment deadlines, but that's about it.

This course wasn't a waste of time (she says hastily). I found small, tantalizing records of a branch of my family who lived in the village of Great Torrington in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. I discovered the difference between a tanner and a leather dresser -- my great-great-great-great-grandfather was the latter. And I learned never ever to take an online course in November. Especially when you're doing NaBloPoMo. Which I don't think I'll ever do again in November either....

4 comments:

Peter AJ said...

Great Torrington, eh? I've only passed through it once, but remember its beauty. I don't mind you missing out on future NaBloPoMo (how hard is that to type?) but only if you promise to

Persephone said...

Promise to what, Peter? I'm on tenterhooks....

peteraj said...

You're on tenterhooks!? I've spent the best part of a week trying to leave a comment, but the google account just wouldn't work. I've deleted both my accounts now and hope I can open a new one. The end of the message which disappeared due to dodgy cutting and pasting was "...blog more frequently. You say so much to me." However, you haven't, so I feel let down and I've had no way to tell you so! Anyway, another thought. I couldn't agree more with you about Loose Women. Inconsequential doesn't begin to describe it and it's not even entertaining, more toe curling. Keep blogging.

Persephone said...

Well, bless you, Peter! I hope to post something this week, but I'm tackling a large pile of Christmas cards at the moment....