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Topic: Bridge (07/31/08)
TITLE: Tottering on "Twittering"
By Teresa Hollums
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“Mom, you just must learn about “ooVoo.” You and Daddy just need to buy a web cam so we can see each other simultaneously. Don’t forget also that you need to talk Daddy into purchasing a phone that text messages and then you and I can talk anywhere—anytime. Then, when you check my blog, you can understand and visit with me and all my friends there—oh, also don’t forget to check my “Twitter” blog. You don’t have to interrupt any of my meetings with a ring tone from your phone. Hey, also, you need to say that the new photo post website is Flickr—not Flicker or Flicka. Oh, mom, also check my new podcast—it has the guys and I reviewing root beer and movies… and ……and….”
The words of my overly ”techy” son seem to ramble endlessly on. Would these new gadgets be the wonderful communication bridges to actually making us closer than the 3,000 miles separating us? It seems to me it is definitely making us poorer. Oh, well. I look at my now turned off new camera for my computer program, “ooVoo,” that we purchased rather quickly. All of this was in order to try to decrease our problem with distance and family ties, and now I wonder after two weeks, why we’ve never had a “chat” session with the single eyeball now staring at me above my computer.
But the real kicker is this “twitter” stuff. Let’s see now—as I understand this wonderful instant messaging stuff over the phone—I must now purchase a newer phone. I just bought a wonderful phone without text messaging based on the fact that my fingers have not recently shrunk to the size of a pin head. I think I need to obtain an even newer skill—a new shorthand way of messaging—called “misspelling” so I can write very little. “You” is now spelled “U”. Simple—isn’t it? I think our new Webster’s Dictionary will be totally rewritten before I leave this world.
I thought when I was sixty-five that I could just enjoy my comfortable book and casually call my son for a simple phone call. Ah—how wrong I was. Retirement doesn’t seem to let me be comfortable in my chair—nor in my head. All the various computer technical words remind me of the various acronym words of my teaching days. I think I may not get Flickr, ooVoo, instant messaging, iPod computer cast, chat, or blog quite straight. It seems I just never quite retire—at least from being a parent ---and for that I would remodel any world—including my own. You know maybe I might just stop tottering deciding on even a “Twittering” program on the iPhone— or whatever— and just buy another expensive phone. I guess I can still learn another new language for communication. I think it is all called the language of love, anyway!
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