keeping up
Sometimes I find keeping up with the "times" to be quite an effort. When you think about it, I was about 6 or 7 years old when we got our first television set. It was the event of the year - people would come over to watch shows. My favorites at that time were Willy the Worm (yes, it was a great show - Philly residents of a certain age will remember it) and, of course, Howdy Doody. Later, we watched Milton Berle (Uncle Miltie) and Sid Caesar faithfully.
I 've seen a lot of firsts - my husband created a computer for his 8th. grade science fair (this was in 1959) and won the prize. But recently the firsts just seem to come faster and faster. No sooner do I get used to one remote control than Fred (my husband) finds a newer, better one. Actually, I recently met a man in his thirties who didn't own a computer. Not that he couldn't afford one; he just didn't want one. However, he does own a cell phone -- naturally. What did we ever do without them? Don't get me started on cells phones and cars!
At times I just want to throw up my hands and give up. Maybe I could perfect my skills in one area and just stop trying to keep up with the newest developments. But then my daughter tells me about blogs and says that I am actually allowed to read what she writes in them (unlike the days of her teenage diary), and I have to keep going. Pray for me.
I 've seen a lot of firsts - my husband created a computer for his 8th. grade science fair (this was in 1959) and won the prize. But recently the firsts just seem to come faster and faster. No sooner do I get used to one remote control than Fred (my husband) finds a newer, better one. Actually, I recently met a man in his thirties who didn't own a computer. Not that he couldn't afford one; he just didn't want one. However, he does own a cell phone -- naturally. What did we ever do without them? Don't get me started on cells phones and cars!
At times I just want to throw up my hands and give up. Maybe I could perfect my skills in one area and just stop trying to keep up with the newest developments. But then my daughter tells me about blogs and says that I am actually allowed to read what she writes in them (unlike the days of her teenage diary), and I have to keep going. Pray for me.


