The older I get, the more my thoughts begin with “back in my day . . .”
In this season of weddings and graduations, I think back on how little technology was available when I went through both.
I made it through college using a typewriter, a percolator and a hot plate. That’s it. My husband and I planned our wedding using a three-ring binder, two packs of index cards and some Post-its.
This week, I have backed up my computer files, synced my calendar to my phone, taken and downloaded photos, updated my music collection for a car trip, and set up my new GPS system.
Tending to these tasks involved six different devices.
It struck me yesterday–as I looked down at the tangled heap of cases, chargers, adapters and USB cables going every which way into the two computers that hum simultaneously, side by side, on my desk–that I too would need a recharge.
iTunes is running on the Dell, syncing the music with my iPod. The HP laptop is putting my calendar on my iPhone. The Nikon is plugged in, also to the Dell, and uploading photos to Shutterfly. Directions from Mapquest are shooting out of both printers, just until I am weaned on to the Garmin.
Meanwhile, the Garmin is undergoing online product registration, but calls for a USB connection to complete the registration. I see that no USB cable came with the Garmin. While waiting on hold with Garmin’s customer service line, I type my dilemma in to a Search box. It tells me the product comes with no USB cable; I need to buy one from their online store or use a cable from another appliance. I try each and every cable before me, one by one, searching for compatibility. Eureka, the cable from the WD external hard drive fits! It’s always the last one you try.
What I wouldn’t give for my Polaroid Swinger. The only cord it had attached it to my wrist.