Trumped by Technology

My brother-in-law is an early adapter. He's the first to know of the latest technological craze and usually has five on back order. I would unfortunately classify myself as a reluctant adapter. When it comes to technology, I am thirty-four going on eighty. I thought cell phones were unnecessary, an intrusion and a nuisance. I held on to a hand-me-down bag phone convinced I wouldn't need an upgrade until I got tennis elbow just trying to lift the thing. I prefer pen and paper over the computer. Paper-less credit card statements...scary. Figuring out the DVD player requires patience that I do not possess. And texting was for those who were uncomfortable with human contact. Until recently. Until I had two. Now I embrace the technological advances that have been bestowed on our generation. How naive I was to turn my back on texting. Semi-live conversations with friends minus the Ella and Viv soundtrack in the background? Being able to communicate without waking the baby? Never wake the baby! And what did our parents do without Tivo? Live television is for suckers. Commercials waste precious viewing time! I was talking to another parent this weekend at Ella's gymnastics practice. He recalls afternoons of soap operas and Phil Donahue. How did we survive? How did our parents make it through one stinkin day without Dora on stand-by? What's next? Will I eat my words about a Seqway?