Web Incompetence

So I log on to the blog and see "customize." I click on that thinking it would be good to jazz up the page. Trouble is that I simply do not understand the language. To me, a computer is a glorified type writer. Remember those? Any way, site maps, gadgets, crawling, html--all mean next to nothing. I don't know what to do with any of it. I'm lucky I learned to type. We had an old manual type writer (Remember those?) when I was a kid. By the time I was in high school my father had brought home a used IBM Selectric and weren't we just in the space age then.
I didn't take typing in high school, but my mother insisted that I learn to type. Her plan had always been to go to college and that was certainly her plan for her children. Unfortunately, her dad lost his business in the depression, which hit just as my mom was graduating from high school. He could no longer afford to send her to college and she ended up going to a secretarial school so she could get a job and help support the family. Of course that made her more determined that her children should go to college, but she wanted to hedge her bets with me. "You have to learn to type so you will always have an employable skill" was her mantra to me. So I ended up taking a night school class. I remember a young man taught the class and there were a dozen of us. I was the youngest, still in high school. There were two electric type writers and ten manual type writers available and the teacher warned that we would have to rotate around to use each machine. After my first attempt on a manual--when not a single letter actually showed up on the paper (weak hand strength)--I was assigned to an electric on a permanent basis. Oh, well for everybody else.
But even if it just for the superior ability to type stuff--well, and shop on-line, of course--I'm glad we have the computer. I just wish it didn't make me feel stupid and bereft of any employable skill.