2010.01.14 07:08
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I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space. That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world. My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag. The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud. I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good. When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me. To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings. The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused but I never remember to take them in with me. Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual.." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. | ||||||
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2010.01.14 07:14
2010.01.14 11:56
This person must be a male nurse ? Anyway, that's not the issue here.
It's just that a male shouldn't sound like this.
Older people tend to avoid something strange to them,
such as the new technological marvels of today.
When they see that their grandchildren are better than they are at these things,
they get into subconscious inferior complex and then "resent and resist".
This is not the right way to spend our senior years.
Just get at the darn thing and read a few lines of the instruction !!
Then you will be as good or better than your grandchildren.
Running away from it does not solve anything.
Because you will be still unhappy after you ran away as far as possible.
Don't whine that life isn't as simple as it used to be.
It had never been simple even in old days. You are looking at the wrong direction.
You came a long way fighting through the hard times,
and now don't be a looser. What's wrong to take on one more chapter of fighting?
Keep on fighting as you used to do. You have done it all this years
and why not now !!
Just take the darn thing on your forehead and get into it.
It is much easier than you think.
2010.01.14 12:18
Bravo !!
I like the fighting spirit !
That's why I'm one of the people who admire you.
However, I must say you are an exception.
The reality is what we all know.
Most old brains would say, "Enough is enough. This stuff is too much for the old brain."
Personally, I do what I can within my ability. If that's not enough, I look for help.
This way I can manage to keep up, always keeping in mind not to stress myself but
enjoy learning something new.
You're wrong.
The nurse is a lady, two years older than me, a RN who helped me start my practice in 1971,
now working one day a week to makes sure my medical practice stay on course according to
my plan and desires.
2010.01.14 13:08
Oh, I got the "male" idea from the following phrases in the article.
...I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife...
...I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross...
I was talking about the original writer of this article, not the messenger (your nurse).
It seems that I got mixed up somehow in thinking that the author was a nurse. ㅎ, ㅎ, ㅎ.
A senior person should never be living in a premature "self-pity".
And he should never give up on something that he can perfectly handle with.
As you might have noticed, the author thought himself to be witty, cute, and smart
when he threw the final punch line in the last phrase of the article.
Then, why all these whining talk about giving up?
2010.01.14 16:36
I thought we could use some laugh as we go thru what this senior has gone thru.