I’m ashamed to admit it but I can totally relate to this comic. This isn’t my grandson…but it most certainly could be.
There have been many times when Phoenie, our grandson, has borrowed our laptop or phone, confidently clicked in the appropriate places and successfully landed where he wanted to go. It’s so natural for him…and he’s only seven years old. He doesn’t ask questions…he just clicks away.
If ever there was an arena of life that reminds me that I’m getting older, it’s this one. It happened again this morning when Chris and I had this stimulating conversation about a hour ago.
Diane: “ How do I take this picture that Kathy emailed me and get it on my blog?”
Patient Chris: “Just right click, ‘save image as.”
Hopeless technical nutcase Diane with rolling eyes: “Oh yah…pretend that I wasn’t here..that I didn’t ask that question, OK?
Gracious Chris: “OK…(under his breath) whoa…”
That’s the way it’s been for a long time. I’m determined to keep up with technology, so far as it lends itself to the writing process and keeping in touch with my family, but when I walk into a tech store and am surrounded by Pods, Pads, and PVRs, that’s a whole “nuther” world. Chris can hardly contain himself with all the “neat stuff” but I become paralyzed.
I just don’t have the spiritual gift of technology.