I’d like to tell my older friends it’s okay to feel a bit confused when attempting to use the latest gadgets.
I’m blessed. I work around a bunch of young techies who can guide me through the magic of new tools. I hand them my computer or “smart-aleck” phone and they dial me in. With their help, I can Zoom with the best of them.
Yet, I don’t think I’m gaining that much compared to the old days. I saw a wall-mounted dial phone at an antique shop on sale for only 40 bucks. I almost bought it just to give Ernestine a call.
I remember when I had to get out of my chair and manually change the knob on my television set. Now I push a remote control button and lose out on stretching my legs.
I dream of getting a new car with a hand crank for the windows. They seem to be out of vogue. Too much arm work, I guess.
Thank goodness I still have a vacuum cleaner I control rather than a little robot bouncing off my walls picking up my cookie crumbs.
And Sherry and I have a driveway gate that needs to be opened and closed manually. It’s one less code number for me to forget and two tiny bits of exercise in my favor.
My grandkids crack jokes about my old-fashioned thinking. It’s okay. They may be softies, but I still love them.