Aging, Technology and Social Media


This was sent to me by Suzanne Long. "Long on Service" Tallahassee, FL
Enjoy!! 

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all 
without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and 
communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, 
their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate 
with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple 
as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, 
Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and 
something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other 
program within the texting world.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything 
except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready 
to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get 
lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I 
keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] 
phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing 
in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the 
nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid 
out to use it, and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside 
was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. 
Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating".  You 
would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely 
tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make 
a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, 
it was not good.

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the 
cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as 
Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the 
cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still 
haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to 
run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the 
dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every 
time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on 
something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I 
check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth 
reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take 
them in with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just 
say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual."  Then it's their turn to 
stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do toot a lot."
I know some of you are not over 50;  I sent it to you to allow you
    to forward it to those who are....So they can laugh, too!

www.TheSacredJourneyofCaregiving.com

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