Good morning my friends. I have been up for over an hour reading my friends posts and writing birthday wishes. This facebook thing surely can eat up the minutes when one starts reading what everybody else has been doing with their time. Perhaps that’s the wave of the future and the way most folks will be spending their time from now on. I personally think the cell phone has taken the place of intelligent conversation between family members while dining together. And, I think it’s sad and a rude thing to do while sharing a meal with someone else. It doesn’t say very much what one is thinking about the other person’s company. I am probably in the minority here, and a lot of people will call me old fashion, but that’s the way I see things this early in the morning. I am now the owner of a hand-me-down cell phone that Vickie once possessed. At one time, she thought that phone was the best thing invented since sliced bread, but when she got a new one, she didn’t think it was so hot…so now you know the rest of the story. She was embarrassed that her husband was still using a flip-phone that was totally void of any kind of apps and considered it unthinkable that I could survive any longer without a smart-phone. Personally, I don’t like this smart-phone one bit, but now, I don’t have a choice, my other one has mysteriously disappeared. For one thing, I could flip that old phone open and push one little button and I was soon talking to Vickie if she wasn’t already to talking to one of her myriad of friends. Now, if I want to talk to her, or God forbids, anyone else for that matter, I have to turn my phone on because it’s too hot to carry around in my pocket while the thing is running. I then have to find the switch located on the side of thing and turn it on. The first time I got that phone cranked up, the doggoned thing suddenly started vibrating in my hand and scared me half to death and I dropped it. After getting over the initial shock, I have to wait for what seems like seventeen minutes for the phone to run through all the apps and a little picture appears on the screen. And then I have to unlock it. And if that ain’t enough, I now have to find the miniscule phone icon and then scroll down through countless people’s pictures until I find the one I want to have a conversation with and then I have to hit yet another icon on the screen. By the time I get all that stuff done, I usually have forgotten what I was going to talk about. Even worse, if I am lucky enough to get their number to ring, they’re already talking to somebody else and I’m thrown into their voice-mail. I was raised without even having a telephone…our neighbors had one, and I had seen theirs before and even talked on it a time or two. But now, we have a phone in every room in the house. I even have one in our bathroom just in case a telemarketer would want to reach me while I was doing my business instead of interrupting my evening meal. Life was so much simpler when I was growing up. We visited friends and family on Sunday afternoons and actually had conversations with them and occasionally talked about the weather. I don’t remember their phone ever ringing while we were trying to talk, it could have been because they didn’t have a phone either. I hope you have a good day my friend and turn your phone off once in while and just listen to folks around you…you might learn something. There isn’t much use trying to reach me on my cell phone because it isn’t on right now. I never turn it on unless I want to call somebody, besides that, I don’t even know the number. P.S. If you don’t believe that, call Vickie, her phone will be on. God Bless!
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 09:40:24 +0000