My old computer died, and I got a new one--one of those new and better things. But it's a nightmare. It fits well in today's world, complex and complicated, but I've wrestled with it for a week, and I've decided we will never have a working relationship. I've heard we're supposed to let go of the past and live in the present, and I do try to do that. But a high stress experience like this forces my mind to remember when Grandma learned to thread her new sewing machine, and Grandpa learned to work his new lawn mower. And there was time to smile at a stranger and hug the people you loved. Nothing complicated about that.
I remember when life was more simple, and sometimes I long for the time when I could sit on my porch, clip my toe nails in the sunshine, whistle with the birds, and write stories on my old typewriter. It didn't take seven steps to open a box of cracker jacks, and there was always a prize in the bottom of the box. When my kids were growing up, I worked full time, and still fixed dinner from scratch when I got home, while my kids were running around outside being healthy. I didn't need to run to my computer and go through umpteen steps to check my email and then open Handy Dandy Dinners for supper.
I moved around a lot when I was a child, so I lived in small towns and big cities. And I don't remember everyone you knew having some kind of medical problem requiring daily medication. We all got a dose of castor oil in the spring, and we were ready to go for the summer. If you got a cough, you got Vicks Vaporub on your chest, and you were good as new in a few days. When someone did get sick, it was usually something pretty serious, but rare. And you didn't suffer alone. People were not too busy to stop by and help or let you know they cared. Busy world we live in now.
Oh, I'm not against computers. The one that just died was 10 years old, and I had many happy hours with it. But I didn't have to jump through hoops and sing Yankee Doodle Dandy to know how to use it. I just think that as time passes, there are more and more sadistic people inventing ways to torture us while they sit around gleefully grinning over their handy work. No, I like computers. And I'm not too dumb to navigate around one. I just don't see why everyone, everyone, has to conform to the whims of mad people without a choice for our own personal use. There are those who say that people like me should just keep up with the times and learn those complex, complicated machines. Well, why? There must be a way for those of us who want a simple life to have our computers simple.
If anyone has a solution, please let me know. And I wish you choices in your life.