Teenagers are in the driver’s seat and going fast, but if we don’t ride with them, we will be left in the dust.
I stood recently at the Red Box waiting for a teenager to come along to show me how to get a movie out of the slot. I was determined I was going to learn how to rent a movie.
Now, I sit at my new iMac and wonder how to delete an e-mail. I feel like I am sitting on a 800-horsepower engine, racing a NASCAR race car. You would think, after living so long, you would know more than a teenager, but we don’t. Talk about drama, frustration and pain. This older generation is crazy to enter this technological race, but we have to if we want to just rent a movie.
I spent three hours in the computer store, talking a lot and learning little about what I needed to purchase. I was exhausted when I left. A teenager walked me through it and, again, I was depending on him to direct me to the right computer. It was a matter of fact to him, so what was the big deal? The big deal was: I didn’t know what he was talking about, and I was just about to spend a fortune on something he convinced me I needed, couldn’t live without.
When I came home with my new iMac and new printer with all the bells and whistles, I called my 16-year-old grandson and asked him to come over and help me set it up.
After five hours, with some technical problems, we called the Technical Geek for help. She talked to my grandson. I stayed on the sidelines, hoping she could get this fast engine into the cyber world.
The next morning, without combing my hair, with no makeup, more determined about hooking up my new computer, unconcerned about how I looked, I, with the help of my grandson, proceeded to figure it all out. In the course of again talking to the Technical Geek, she used the camera to see who she was talking to. My grandson was in front of the camera and his face came on the screen.
I was sitting to the side, shaking my head, whispering to him, “I’m not going to get in front of that camera, can you see how I look? You have to talk to the technician.”
He whispered “She can hear you, Grandma.”
He laughed like it was funny. I thought, Lord, deliver me from this computer age. There is no way to escape it. I am trusting a teenager to drive me where I need to go.
I told my marketing coach, Mikey, how funny it was and he said, “I put a Post-it over my camera. It is too easy for people to hack into your machine and turn on the camera and survey your room.”
Really, I don’t even know where the camera is. That is just something else to worry about.
How did I get to this place? When I get time I will sew my new computer a hoodie but, in the meantime, I will have to keep my office clean.
I met with someone yesterday who is putting a two-minute-movie trailer together for my website and YouTube. It will showcase my book, which will be coming out next month.
I told Al I was going to be shooting a trailer. He thought I was taking pictures of a house trailer on wheels. He wanted to know how many wheels it had.
I was putting a thumbnail image on my website. Sweet Al was trying to be attentive and interested in me. He asked me what I was doing. I told him I was doing a thumbnail image. He thought I was painting a picture of a thumbnail and gave me a thumbs up. His learning curve is more drastic than mine. I am caught between two worlds: my world of old people and the world of teenagers.
Again, I wondered who was going to edit all the film footage we were taking. My first thought was, we need to talk to a teenager. My neighbor’s son, 17 years old, is doing all the editing.
He said, “No problem, it will be easy.”
Final brushstroke: Don’t be caught in the dust of these teenagers. You better jump in the car and go with them. If not, you will be left behind. I’m going to have to grab Sweet Al and pull him into the car. I can’t do without him, either.
“Your boy.” Once again you have done a wonderful job in spreading the word about Tim Tebow. We just wanted to say we appreciate your voice.
We believe Elway has lost all integrity. He said how he was going to take “Timmy” under his wing and then he sends him off. The good thing is the Jets will shine this year and Denver won’t. Who is Peyton going to throw to and who is going to protect him? Should be interesting.
We too are green fans now. Enjoy your day and thank you again.
John and Jackie Nelson
John and Jackie:
That’s what I was thinking. I asked my son-in-law why Elway hired Tebow in the first place; he said to move money. Now, he said, Sanchez, with the Jets, is really good but is lazy and they are using Tim Tebow to motivate him. I saw Tebow leading a church service on Easter Sunday in New York. It truly will be very interesting to see how all this will play out. You better believe I will not be missing any games. Betty
I really enjoyed your article in the April 5 paper. I agree completely. I am 80 years of age and have lived in Pagosa just a little over a year, loving it so much. I also used to like John Elway and rooted for the Broncos when I lived in Albuquerque and California. But, being here, it was so nice to keep up on Tim Tebow — he was such an inspiration to all. I hope the New Yorkers will appreciate him like we did! Thank you for writing that article.
“Too many people die with their music still in them. Committing your heart to pursue ‘life to the full’ in Christ grants you the stage where you can finally let loose your own special song and dance in the special way that God made you to dance — a way that no one else has ever seen or could ever do.” — Justice Oliver Wendall Holmes.