April 21, 2021
My husband got his first cell
phone, which is his current cell phone, in 2014. He was still a member in good
standing of the work-a-day world, and what prompted his finally giving in to
our pleas to get a phone? There was an accident on the Burlington Skyway
Bridge, which delayed our daughter’s getting to his workplace to pick him up on
time. She had gone out to Burlington for a reason that none of us recall at this
point and was on the bridge when a dump truck’s box began to rise as he was
going about 25 MPH, and there was a bridge strut in the way.
David ended up calling me from
a landline at the quarry where he worked (which he could call out on, but which
I could not call in on), wondering where the heck she was. Of course, I, having
a cell phone, knew, because she had texted me about the problem. By the time he
called me, I was able to tell him she was getting off the bridge soon and would
be there…before too much longer.
The very next weekend, he had
a cell phone.
Being hard of hearing, he doesn’t
make or receive too many actual telephone calls on his device. However, he has
learned to text and using his fingers in this way is his favorite method of contact.
In these retirement years, when I am in my office working (or pretending to)
and he is in his office doing the same, texting has become one of our major
forms of communication. We’re in separate rooms, not that far apart, but he
often has his headphones on, so yeah, texting is crucial if we wish to have any
interaction between us at all in the morning.
Until this past Monday, that
is. Our cell phone network suffered an outage that was Canada wide,
intermittent, and lasted most of the day. Now, I don’t really think that the
reason for what happened next is that outage. I think it was purely
coincidental. In fact, I didn’t know about the outage until I sent him a text
and the message came back that there had been a “message send” failure.
Then his cell phone battery
died, and we charged it up. And a couple of hours later, after not being used
because there was still no network available, it died again. Aside from not
holding its charge, the phone is in a perpetual “searching for signal” mode. In
other words, it’s pooched.
So, a new adventure is in the
offing for my husband, and to a lesser extent for me as well. Within the next few
days, when she has time, my daughter is going to go online and get each of us
new cellphones. Now my phone, it still works, and I haven’t had it seven years.
However, it will not sync with Apple anymore, and sometimes has challenges with
updates. You see, the model I have is the next model to the one David has. It
didn’t cost anything when I got it a few years ago, and that was why I got it.
It is definitely obsolete.
David would get upset when I would
ask him, as I was driving, to answer a text message on my phone for me; he would
grouse that he didn’t know how because it wasn’t like his cell phone. Sadly,
whatever new one our daughter chooses for him, for us, is not going to
be like his, either. But I know her. The model she owns is a fairly new one, so
that will likely be the model that we get.
And that proves that while she
is like her daddy in many ways, she is also like me. She is going to take the
path of least resistance, knowing that we’ll both likely need not just
instruction from her at the beginning, but ongoing “rescue” as well.
That, my friends, is a fine
example of anal thinking. Pardon me while I wipe a tear. I’m just so proud!
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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