It's true that some big people are as good as kids at dealing with modern technology. My husband is one of them. He has an iPad now (a gift from the boys and me at Christmas that touched him so deeply, he got misty-eyed) and an iPhone. I have dubbed him the "iMan." I know Don Imus has dibs on that nickname, but I'm using it anyway.
I need to get caught up with the rest of the world when it comes to all this newfangled technology. It hurts you when you don't understand the magic of computers; it really stinks when you just turn them on and expect them to work all the time--and then for some inexplicable reason, they don't. I got up two hours ago planning to type up a quick post, and to my dismay, I found that I couldn't get on-line. I was helpless in the face of such a catastrophe. Drat! Dang those internets! (That word is not a typo; it's just a wee gift for son #4.) The computer and I definitely have a love/hate relationship. Anyway, I had to wait until my husband woke up so that he could "re-boot" something or other, whatever that means.
Although I'm not as afraid of pushing the wrong button on my laptop as I was a few years ago, I think I'm still lightyears away from being able to fiddle with our wireless internet system. So unless my husband (or perhaps some five- to eight-year-old niece or nephew) is there to help me out, I'm always going to be toast. Perhaps a few years down the road I'll be able to get help from my granddaughters!
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