Quote of the week: Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. William Wordsworth
This weekend we talked to our granddaughter in Prague, using Skype. Her sister has the program on her computer. Wow! Amazing. There her pretty face was, on the computer screen. We could see her. She could see us. To most of you, this may be nothing new, but it was my first time. It also got me to thinking how fast our world changes.
When I was a kid (I know, it's hard to remember that far back) we had a telephone. We also had another family or two, can't recall how many, on the same line. So sometimes you'd pick up the receiver to call a friend and you'd hear another conversation. Now this could prove very interesting. However, my mother would make my sister and me hang up. It wasn't polite to listen in on another's conversation. Besides, they could tell you were there and might do the same to you.
Finally, we had a private line. I don't remember details, but we could call anytime we wanted to, without another person interrupting, saying they needed to call a friend or family member.
Fast forward many years. I now have a cell, compliments of our son and his family. They gave it to me a few years ago and I didn't use it for a long time. I hadn't a clue how. Now, I carry it everywhere I go. It has proved very valuable at times, like when hubby's in the hospital and I need to call someone but want to stay with him. I still haven't learned to text on it, probably never will, but I can call another person, which is very good for me.
It doesn't have all the extra gadgets the newer phones have, but it works fine. Just when I think I've moved into modern times and am really up to date on technology, along comes Skype. Now I'm starting over again. I hope to add Skype to my line of communication some day. Neither of my computers have cameras on them, however, so I'll have to wait.
By the time I master using Skype, (if ever) something new will be out and I'll be outdated once again.
So what's next in the world beyond? It should be interesting, whatever it is.
Happy reading, writing, and skyping.