“Sometimes I wish we still used typewriters,” my mother said recently, expressing her frustration with her computer and passwords. I was trying to post her latest blog and couldn’t get into her site, no matter how many times we changed the password.
While I empathize about the glitches that interfere with computer use, I certainly wouldn’t want to return to the days of carbon paper and white out.
Change, as depicted in the finale of Downton Abbey, is inevitable. I know the world my grandchildren and their children face will be very different than my life.
I watched in awe the PBS documentary A Year in Space that reduced to 60 minutes NASA astronaut’s Scott Kelly 340 days in the International Space Station. I can’t imagine myself hopping an excursion to Mars or elsewhere outside the atmosphere. I’d be way too claustrophobic and way too homesick for my family to undertake such an incredible endeavor.
Yet space, our last frontier, poses challenges and promise to solve some of our issues on Earth. In addition to the multitudes of scientific research undertaken, Kelly shared his admiration for and friendship with his colleagues, noting that if the leaders of Russia and the United States spent some time in the space capsule, there wouldn’t be any problems on Earth.
I also don’t see myself behind a self-driving car. I’m way too much of a control-nut to yield that over to a computer, though I love trains and board airplanes as needed.
My husband just had elective eye surgery to correct vision in one eye, eliminating the need to wear any glasses except for sun. He’d had lasik surgery years ago and wanted this last step. Not me. I’ll happily stay with my eyeglass wardrobe, switching between prescription sunglasses and regular progressive bifocals.
I grew up with a rotary telephone, and used a slide rule and manual typewriter. We read maps to plan trips and cooked food in ovens and on stoves, and watched a black and white television. I could go on. I’m not wallowing in nostalgia, just curious what the future will bring.