||[Oct. 20th, 2013|09:55 am]
Some men in masks board an underground train. A woman is tracking them. They carry identical attache cases. Are they suicide bombers? They catch sight of her. She punches the alarm. All hell breaks loose.|
And my mother switches the TV off.
As I expected she would. Anything too fruity; click. Anything unfamiliar: click. Her remote, her rules.
"I don't know what that was," she says in an affronted tone.
"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D" I say.
"How on earth do you know?"
"Because they just told us."
We've had variants on this conversation many times before. Only now there's a difference. It's not that she won't pay attention, it's that she can't.
I find it hard to accept that we've crossed that line.
The lady that I work for is completely baffled by her cell phone. We have spent hours trying to teach her how to use it. She has a hard time with understanding that charging her phone is not the same as using her minutes (which she doesn't have to worry about anymore, because I added her to my account). She has a hard time with understanding that "voice mail" is just like her answering machine, except that it is in her cell phone. She keeps going back to thinking that if it is voice MAIL, it must be a text message, but text messaging is WAY too complicated for her. When her cell phone rings, she typically just stares at it, not knowing what to do. (she still uses her home phone just fine). If she is out, she typically can't remember how to use her cell phone to call someone and will ask a stranger for help (a practice that just terrifies me). And, when she went on a trip last month, she called 5 of her friends and left messages for them, but she left all of the messages on her own voice mail. I still don't have any idea how she did that.
This woman was brilliant. She was the minister of a HUGE Methodist congregation for over 50 years. The cell phone completely baffles her.
Oh God, that sounds like me. My cell phone terrifies me. I refuse to use it. If it rings I hand it to Ailz.
This is partly technophobia, partly a deep-seated resentment at the way it impinges on my privacy. I hate the idea of people calling me when I'm out and about.
This is completely different from her. She WANTS to be able to use her cell phone. All of her friends have them, and she sees them talking and texting and wants to join in the fun! Some of her friends have smart phones, and those are completely out of the question for her.
I don't have a land line anymore. I only use my cell phone. I have the people that I know programed in, so if I get a call, if their names don't show up, I don't answer. If I don't know you, leave a message and tell me who you are, or I'm not going to talk to you.
I don't feel compelled to answer it every time it rings. I won't answer if I'm in the middle of a conversation with someone, or if I just don't feel like it. I feel like I am more in control with my cell phone, not less.
But that comes with being comfortable with the technology.
I'm going to look into that. She has now lost her phone all together.
I've never liked phones. I use them as little as possible. I hate carrying one around with me.