Okay, I freely admit that I don’t always embrace technological change freely. Sure, I like my computer and mostly know how to use it. I adore my HD-TV. I have an e-reader which not only contains my most current reads, but also my rockin’ downloads of Angry Bird, Star Wars Edition. But what I’ve never really wanted or needed was a cellphone. My husband and I still rely on our old-fashioned land-line wall-mount. It works fine, doesn’t cost much, and, best of all, we always know where it is. But recently, a potentially dangerous situation happened that has forced me to change my mind.
Most modern households, which would include all of my baby boomer friends, my son, my daughter and her husband, only have cellphones. These phones do everything: list schedules, play music, show movies, do research and order pizza. Cells have become an item that many people cannot function without. My daughter never leaves home without her fully charge phone.
Therefore, last Friday night when I babysat for my grandson, the pTiny pTerodactyl, I spent it without any outside communication apparatus. I didn’t really give it a thought, until we were both sitting on the floor–which is great for pTpT, but clumsy for me–playing blocks. In the course of our play, he crawled over to the unlit fireplace and put his hands of the heat-releasing vents at the bottom. As I said, the fireplace wasn’t even lit, so there was never a moment of danger. But his action and my subsequent inability to get up off the floor quickly enough, made me realize that if anything bad had happened I would have had no way to call for help. Scary, scary, scary.
Certainly, anybody, no matter what their age or physical capabilities, can have an emergency. Even young, healthy, agile folks can slip in the bathroom, take a header down the steps, start an accidental kitchen fire or trip over a cat. And in truth, sometimes things happen when we are alone, knocked unconscious and our phone–cell or land–is totally out of reach. Hopefully that doesn’t happen too often. However, in most situations, lifesaving help is just a phone call away…But ya gotta have a phone to make the call.
Since my daughter, has no desire to live life like her mother–an archaic land-line dependent Stone Ager–I’m off to get a cellphone of my own. No doubt my year-old grandson can teach me how to use it. Besides I understand that I can load Angry Birds on that electronic devise which means I can play them any time or any where. AwwwRight! May the force be with me!