TECHI I'M NOT

TECHI I'M NOT

Today was a day of either hitting the wrong keys or just plain not knowing how to communicate.  Strange, if you are thinking of buying something usually you only have to push a key and you are immediately in contact with 4 pages of addresses who can offer you many varieties and prices for the very same thing.  If you want specifics, knowing the firm's email address is essential and other than calling the business on the phone I haven't apparently found one Google recognizes for this particular item.  So guess what....    I finally just called the company direct on my land phone and left a complete message as to what I was requesting.  Of course when one calls the company you have several extension nos. to choose a specific person or subject.   Then like as not you are asked to wait for the tone and leave a message.  And you eliminate Google.  Frankly I was considering a separation which would involve as much emotion as a marriage.  (I exaggerate)  But seriously, are we making a preference for machines over people?

So we are into my own future of bells and whistles which I only imagined as a child.  I can easily make contact with numbers of people in various countries who are interested in similar subjects.  Wow! I can even play bridge on-line with partners across the sea.  I can get information on any subject that I want to study anytime.   I can see the person I am speaking to.  I can send videos of what I am seeing or photos.   And sometimes someone in another land decides I would be a soft touch and tries to make a bad sell.    BLOCK is the word we use.  Yet your own doctor, you are lucky to speak to much less have more than 15 minutes.   So many patients and so little time.  And not another Medicare!  You know there are many examples of care for the poor under charity systems.  Most of these like the old poor house my parents used to show us children as they drove by the Provo bench, and the other charities connected to churches or specific groups had their own rules as to who "were deserving poor."  I digress.  Please excuse me.  Its the social worker coming out of retirement again.  I hear that we will in the future communicate directly with our Doc by computer.  Or maybe the computer will be the Doc.  doing diagnosis, surgery and the whole sheebang.  

Yesterday the hubby & I played golf with another twosome we had just joined.   I was happy just to keep up with three guys who were such gentlemen and gave me lots of space and encouragement.  At this time of the year my drives are good, my fairway shots are fair,  but the chips and putting put me in disgrace and high scores.  I guess grey hair gives you a bit of leeway AS WELL AS THE FACT THAT YOU NEVER EXPECT TO BE A PRO.    My friend, Janet, and I signed up for a fund raising competition.  We have joined together on several competitions and usually we have done well.  Most of all it is the laugh=joke=cry over the course of the day's play.  I consider myself extremely lucky just to be out on these spectacular courses surrounded by desert beauty.  RED HILLS has over 127 women who each is  fascinating in her own way.   Over the years most of us have played other courses in this area and now are finally choosing to play with a nine hole group.  A reunion of sorts.  Usually one good hole, a chip-in, a birdie, or a par can raise one's spirits even if the final score is a wash-out.  I like to watch the golf channel and the new players heading the leader boards.

I would like to encourage my grandchildren to play golf.  My grandson does, but the two granddaughters are too busy raising the greats to take time off.  We each have our time to play etc.
I plan to make the most of it  and hope they will have the opportunity someday.