Technology and Old Folks 2008

It was a day to forget, the mower was in the shop and this place looked like nobody lived here. At 85 years old John can’t last long with the push mower.

Last week’s article was ready to send and I tried, but would you believe Times-Journal received a blank page?  After endless struggling, finally, with the help of Daughter # 2 the problem was solved.  I do our banking on-line and every time I tried to get in to that site it wanted to know the answer to all kinds of questions.  First it asked who my mother was before she married!  Duh!!   My mother’s been dead and gone for years and who she was doesn’t have anything to do with anything. Well, I told them and next time they wanted to know my favorite activity.    I couldn’t believe it, the third time it asked Mother’s name again.  Whoever it is on the other end of this computer must be my age, they can’t remember anything.  They keep asking the same questions over and over.  I’ve never in my life!!  When I wanted to print my bank statement it wanted me to install something called Adobe reader.  Is this Mexico or somewhere? With help that was done and would you believe when I started to print it I got a paper jam in the printer?  I had to hunt the book and try to find out what to do to get that out.  A preacher was here recently and told me one had to be in complete control of the tongue to use Saran Wrap.  You can guess the rest of the story about my control.

While all this is going on, John was replacing two outside leaking faucets.  On completing the chore, he came in saying he had to cut the water off as there was a bad leak under the house!!  If we didn’t have bad luck we wouldn’t have any at all! John was going to his lodge meeting that night and had to have a shower, so he turned the water back on long enough for us both to get a bath and would you believe when I stepped in the shower I discovered I still had my hearing aids in?  Wow!!  Hearing aids and water don’t mix, you know.

I know we’re supposed to give thanks in all things and I really did have to work at how I could give thanks at the end of that day, so I thanked God that things were not any worse than what they were.  Needless to say, I’m thankful for country living.