It is the first anniversary of my ongoing relationship with the love of my life. As we continue to grow, I discover new and exciting things each day. What was once just an affair of convenience has become an extension of my very being.
|The Original Phone from Derek's home|
The limitations of the landline became evident to me in my early married life. At 1365 Rock Court, in the late 1980s. it was becoming apparent that a more portable form of communication might have its place. As we were expecting our first baby, being able to reach in the Baby Daddy became vitally important. Derek worked on construction sites at that time and , like every other responsible, new-to-be father, he strapped on a "beeper" and waited for the beep. It was even a high tech pager, which VIBRATED when it rang, in case the construction equipment drowned out the closely anticipated beep. We hoped so much to use it. The plan was that when I called Derek's office, they would then page him on site. He would then go somewhere to find a pay phone to call into his office to get a message with a location where he might then call me. It was so smooth and efficient. Katelyn was 2, by the time he found us.
|Guess Who is Here?|
So, now, somewhere along the line, everything went nuts...
Never one to be left behind I slowly I began to learn once again. I graduated from a car phone to a "purse phone" that I never charged or brought with me. Then it became necessary to be reachable as my kids started calling me for advice and to share my wisdom. Ok they were calling me for rides, but I gave them advice regardless. Gradually my generation, like immigrants learning a new language, began to blossom. We accepted texting as a legitimate mode of communication. We learned the abbreviations and the nuances. We learned what T9 was for as well as the dangers of autocorrect. I learned early that " lol" was not " lots of love". I learned 2 abbreviate like the best of u, with total disregard for all speling and gramar. My children laughed at me. They wondered who I could possibly be texting when they were home because "who else do you know?". I learned that without an absolute question, there was little chance I would get a response to an unsolicited text and I am still learning that no reply to a question is the new "no". There was the progression from a 9 digit phone with complicated texting rituals, to a blackberry. I had no idea how my big fingers would manage on this tiny keyboard, but as evolution would have it, my fingers shrunk. My phone was becoming an important part of my day to day life, as it was for many of my friends.
Smoke signals were probably an innovative idea in their time. Telegrams were exciting at a wedding. There is nothing like receiving a handwritten letter in the mail. Long phone call chats with old friends are golden. Have we lost more than we have gained or is this technology keeping us connected in a newer faster-moving world? I think when I put it all together, the important thing to me is that we communicate. I want to hear from my children in whatever medium they choose. I want to stay in touch with friends in the most convenient way to ensure that in our busy lives, we are able to stay in touch. I like that I can text my mother. Yes, she is that cool! My father-in-law is on Skype. Amazing. So I will try to embrace the new normal as well. I will try to look forward to whatever comes next. I am balking at Twitter, Instagram and Sexting, but my advice in this day and age is NVR SAY NVR.
Life has come full circle. 15 years ago I got a large car phone for Christmas. This year we took a step back.
|It Actually works!|