I’m all for technology; it’s super.
That’s a lie. It’s a love/hate thing. Or maybe sometimes completely a hate thing. Or always a hate thing.
You see, I spent a morning last week trying to modify and personalize a Google+ status update. The downside? I had to read 14 relevant articles and didn’t get the dishes washed until 3 hrs. later. The upside? I felt pretty boss for figuring something out on my own. Yet I loathe doing dishes, so I suppose I can’t honestly lament this with integrity.
The next morning? Good news! Twitter‘s got a new face, and I think it’s classy and much more user-friendly. But the header stumped me. I simply couldn’t figure out how to properly resize it for the new format. I called my husband, and he patiently explained that he was Very Important at a Paid Job and couldn’t deal with it until he came home. I only partially pouted; tremendous progress since last week, but I think the end result is sharp, so the frustration may have just been worth it?
And it now only takes me 5 minutes to complete the process of unplugging and switching out my cell battery. My phone crapped out before we’re due for new ones and the battery must now be externally charged. But this is cool because, hey, like I said, now it only takes me 5 minutes to set up the charge. And what mom doesn’t have an extra 5 in the morning? It’s super.
Have I mentioned how much I love my word game on my Kindle? I love my word game on my Kindle. As it turns out, the lifespan of me begging Dr. J to virtually stand on his head every five days and coax the beast into a magical connection of actually charging is limited. When he broke out the soldering gun and started talking about having to order more parts on Amazon, I waved my white flag of surrender and called it a firm day with my precious word game. Sad, very sad. End of story.
And then my Fitbit. God love the Fitbit. It now requires an extraordinary amount of prayer and several of those cheap plastic clips you get with balloon bunches to force a connection so it will actually charge.
Apparently I have a significant charging difficulty with all my technological devices. I also think this means I need to buy more balloon bunches because they make me happy.
I won’t lie. Snatching up my knitting and cozying up to Wheel of Fortune at the end of day sounds blissful. Nothing needs charged, and the worst sticky wicket that comes up with a yarn is a nasty knot–which I can fix without an outlet. Holing up in such elderly-friendly anti-tech evenings? Yes, please.
Somehow logging onto Facebook and sharing the intimate details of my life with a bunch of people I don’t really know after a long day seems less fantastic. Not that I’m not dying to read about the latest cute craft you did with your kiddos. Craaaap. Now I sound like a grouchy beast.
I’m not. Really. Or I am. I’m just definitely antisocial. And I love technology. Or I don’t.
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