The kids gave me a tablet for Christmas. I placed it on top of a stack of other tablets which I use to write in. You know: paper tablets — the old school kind of tablets you write in with (black/blue/red) pencils. This newest tablet isn’t old school, instead, its features are new-age cool. I must say for a gal who has to fess up on a few things — as a kid, I lit a snowy path with an oil lantern to the out-house and learned to drive true (straight) behind a tractor — receiving this new kind of tablet is not only awesome it is mind-blowing. It does so much more than — and a little less than — expected.
To actually write this blog I needed to travel down the hallway (from my cozy bedroom) and into the future sewing/computer room (at present a not-so-often-used bedroom) and hop onto the desk-top which makes the process of writing go like the speed of lightning as in relation/comparison to the ‘tablet’ … mainly because I am more capable at slinging my fingertips across a keyboard with great speed, than to peck-peck at a keyboard with one finger on a touch screen.
Over my lifetime my mind has been blown by other convinces, which means, I can today:
- wash dishes without putting my hands in soapy water — no bucket into well-water, heated on top wooden stove involved!
- washing and drying clothes is a snap these days — no large washboard or clothes line involved!
- stay on the sofa to change a television channel — just call me lazy on this one!
- know who is calling when the telephone rings, so I have a choice to pick it up or not — but I wonder if this is really a good thing in case I’d ever want to stalk someone!
- ride like the pro’s to cut the grass — wahoo — no more walking behind something called a push-mower!
- push a button on a sewing machine to cut the thread — got to get me one of those!
- make bread in a machine — no more hand mixing/kneading involved!
And this list is just the tip of the ice-burg which became reality during my lifetime. When I speak to youngsters, telling them about my childhood in two places, one in the city of modern 40’s & 50’s conveniences (which in and of itself is pretty foreign to them) and the other in the country, far enough away from all modern conveniences, they always ask the same question; “Ms. Mary, did you grow up on “Little House on the Prairie” with big eyed wonder and I have to tell them “No, I grew up in rural America, during a time we never locked our doors and trusted our neighbors.”