Friday, March 11, 2016

Stepping Into The 21st Century

by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett

I did it. I finally got a smart phone.

Of course, if I didn't have a messy desk, it wouldn't have happened for a long time. You see, I had my non-smart phone on my desk because I had to call Apple so I could figure out what I was doing wrong when uploading books to their iBooks store. I primarily depend on our landline, but I don't have an extension in my office. So I charged up the dumb phone and called them. Wow--problem solved in about 30 seconds. (They are smart.) I put the phone down on my desk and never saw it again.  My theory is that Mr. L threw it away. Not that it was his fault. I'm thinking that it fell off the desk, went straight into the wastebasket, and wouldn't you know he emptied it the same morning I went to get my hair cut. Good-bye, dumb phone.

I only bought the cell phone for emergency purposes.  Like if I got lost and needed to call Mr. L (the cartographer) to help me get found.  Usually I just used it to call home from the grocery store when I'd forgotten to bring my list.

A LOT of people kept telling me I needed a smart phone, but did I really?  I mean, I was perfectly happy with my little Tracfone. I paid $100 a year for minutes, with no contract.  (I currently have about a bazillion minutes because I rarely use the phone and I don't text.)

But now I needed a new phone. I intended to get something similar to what I had, but when I saw that a smart version was only $5 more, I decided -- what the heck!

I've had the phone for a month now and realized ... it's time to actually learn to use it. I have successfully made two calls, but I couldn't ANSWER calls. (The only one who calls me is my brother.) Luckily, I have Mr. L, who isn't as impatient as me and is willing to read directions.  ("Directions?  We don't need no stinkin' directions!")  I used his cell phone to call my phone, and he showed me how to answer a phone.

About the only other thing I want to do is take pictures. (Although Mr. L couldn't find how to download them. He'll just have to work harder at that.)

I did manage to log into Facebook once, but the screen is so small it's really hard to tap in a URL, so I can't see me doing that too often. And you will NEVER see me in a restaurant checking my phone and texting anyone. When I go out, I want to enjoy the company of my companion (usually Mr. L) and have pleasant conversations. I often wonder why people bother going out if all they do is check out their phones while totally ignoring the people ther're with. I guess that makes me an anachronism, but ... so be it.

So while I have stepped into the 21st Century, I haven't stepped very far.

How often do you check your phone?  (Mine's currently turned off.)

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