Technology is not my friend. I have tried to befriend it, but it is a moving target, flitting here and there, changing, improving, evolving, and incessantly updating until its gadgets become unrecognizable, and I am left with constant anxiety and dread.
With technology, the learning curve is endless and time-consuming. Yet, I must stay abreast of the "latest." I am woefully dependent upon this arrogant, inanimate creature that seems to be taking over the world. I long to simplify my life and surroundings. I seek the return of a time when I knew more than the average six-year-old, when grandchildren weren't constantly connected to a screen or a keyboard, and when I had time to play the piano or read instead of learning how to conquer some new technological monster.
My comfort zone has been invaded and I must submit or be left in the dust. Fortunately, I'm married to a techno-genius who stands ready and willing to help me navigate this frightening "brave new world". . . whenever he isn't busy conversing with Alexa, that is.
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