New things. I think I’ve had my fair share of them this week. On Thursday my archaic, old, “dumb” phone just up and died. No warning. I didn’t even know it was ailing. No Goodbye, no Adios, no Au revoir, no Addio, no Auf Wiedersehen, no See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya’ –> just poof. So Saturday found my husband and me at the store getting an upgrade we were l-o-n-g overdue for. And now I feel as if my entire weekend has just vanished. Sucked up, ferociously chewed, gulped down, or spat out by trying to figure out exactly how to answer phone calls and texts, or how to utilize all the bells and whistles on our new iPhones. (Or how on earth to shut them all off.)
Watching the battery life has become my new addiction.
I must admit though (sheepishly), that I do like the camera feature. (Does anyone else sense trouble here?)
We’re actually signed up to take a “class” on how to use, understand, and navigate our phones later this month. Because, in this case, I can’t guarantee that either one of us is actually smarter than the object we’re dealing with.
— Fireworks that look like sea anemones in photos
— Using “sticks” for marshmallow toasting
— Learning how to do simple things, like answer the phone, when the Smartphone dings.
Blessings & Patience, dear reader