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She no longer has a land line. Alpha daughter, who is not particularly a techie, is all cell phone, all the time. I feel unmoored.
She doesn’t have a TV. Not that she doesn’t watch television programs. Her little family gets all its feeds from the computer. Movies too. Books on tape , music, photos–you name it: In her household, it’s on the computer or the iPod. I feel lost. What if I want to see the 7:00 news on NBC when I visit? I couldn’t figure how to manage it.
It’s not easy keeping up with the new technologies, even when your children aren’t latest-tech-tool crazy. [At least they’re not text messaging–make that, OMG, no txting!]
That said, I try to keep up. It helps that paterfamilies and I are still working, so we’re exposed to the jabber and chatter about Facebook and Wiki and even–have you heard of this one?–Twitter. I used to think my mother, who was born in 1912, lived through enormous changes–electricity, radio, telephones, television, computers.  But those changes took place over the course of her lifetime. The changes today are by the minute, and if we don’t keep up, we get left behind–not just by society but our own children.
I suggested to Uber son that we all get Skype. You know, of course, what that is. Telephone through the computer with a little digital eye that lets you see the persons you’re calling. I could see the Grands while I talk to them. [But what if I could also see them say Noooooo when they’re asked if they want to talk to me or Paterfamilias? ]
Am i crazy to be pioneering within my family for this form of communication? So far, I’ve only suggested it. Makes me feel with-it. Uber son even gave me a figurative pat on the back for knowing about Skype, no less suggesting it.