Internet Dependent

My Internet service was down for two and a half days, and I was a miserable wreck. How crazy is that? But I couldn’t help it. I hate being so dependent on a system that is out of my control and at the same time demands my upmost attention. But I am. There were plenty of other things I could do, and I did, but it was just knowing that I couldn’t “get on” that drove me “batty.”

Although I have a Blackberry and could receive and send emails, it just wasn’t the same. For one thing, it takes me forever to type on my phone. The combination of itsy, bitsy, tiny numbers and having to use the “alt” key and so forth adds to my already high level of frustration. What starts out as “Just got your message,” often ends up as “;ust /+( Y)-r mE44*ge,” which then takes me an inordinate amount of time to fix! And since I don’t have a dictionary here, and I am entirely at the mercy of Google, I can’t spell anything much more complicated than my name if I want to write off line.

Who would have thought a person, who growing up had a party line telephone, no television until she was two years old, and thought the eight track player was about the coolest thing ever invented, would ever slump to Internet dependence? I confess. And worse than that, I am not even close to being computer savvy so by the time I realized that it wasn’t me or my computer that was the problem, I had screwed up every setting, which I often do. One thing for certain, no one will ever call me a computer nerd.

The good news is I did get a Kindle for Christmas, and it’s working—just what I need, more technology!!

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