Resignation, of Sorts ....
There comes a time in a person’s life when she has to resign herself to the fact that the younger folks really are smarter than she is about some things. For me, it is the technical things. Yeah, well - I may know the geography of this country, and I may even be able to point to the general direction on a globe when asked where a certain country is; I can use proper grammar in spite of the drive to be politically correct; I can cook most anything from scratch, apply basic first aid, amuse a child for a day for under $3; I can change the oil in my car if I have to, change the clock for Daylight Savings Time, and change a tire. I can tell time on an analog clock, wind a watch, write a legible letter in longhand and mail it, catch a fish, be quiet for hours on end, mend with a needle and thread and replace a button, read a chart, read a grid and read a book. I cannot figure out an MP3 player or much in technology since then. I do not pretend to understand these things, even though it would certainly be to my benefit to do so. My mind is full. If new information does not twine gracefully around what I already know or replace something I already have stashed up there in the darkened attic, I cannot grasp it. There is no room.
And I guess that’s okay. I try my best to live by the Desiderata – well spoken advice written by Max Ehrmann in 1927. In part, Mr. Ehrmann says, “...Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth ...” And I suppose that is really about the best way to have birthdays over, say, the age of 60.
I have no problem with surrendering bubble gum, though I still blow soap bubbles from a bottle. I do not miss skipping rope, though I would ride a bicycle if I had one. And my memory seems to have gone south, but I still remember how to research and find information I may have forgotten.
It’s the new stuff I can’t seem to get. I spoke to the Verizon guy this week and told him I’ve had Verizon’s fastest DSL for five years now, and I love it – but what is this FIOS stuff? He was a wise man and gave me the simplest answer he could. “Oh,” he said. “FIOS is ...um... the next generation!”
I am saying this now so my kids and grandkids will know I am woefully uninformed about the latest in technology. They should, before thinking they can bring me into the latest technology, speak to YO (my Youngest Offspring) who is quite in tune with the modernest of the modern. He has tried to drag me, kicking and screaming, into the latest (or at least more recent than I own!) technology and it has left him very low on patience. It does not become the man.
I am saying this because I am perfectly content with the technology I do own, and while I do appreciate so many of the wonderful changes recent technology has wrought, I am fine. I often find myself wondering what the cost of such technology has been to humankind, and every now and then I will question it out loud, but be unwilling to part with my own microwave or computer or bottle of soap bubbles.
I’m not saying I am stupid about these things. I probably could catch on to a lot more technological advances than it appears, but I am not convinced I want to. The space upstairs is limited, and there are so many other things I want to know.