The Art of Venting

As much as things seem to be stagnant, in the midst of a never ending global pandemic, technology seems to be just plugging along. I can gauge it moving by my struggle to use it, because new technology doesn’t come with paper instructions. And for whatever it’s worth, I like reading.

Is it just me, or do you remember the old days, when you purchased a product and you could assume two things to be true (a) it would work right out of the box, if not it was returnable for a replacement and (b) Instructions were included.

I don’t know about you, but right about now, I would appreciate my devices to just work, without me having to schedule updates and without having to download the newest version. Period. Maybe I’m just getting moody, having been stuck indoors because of COVID-19. Or maybe I’m just getting cranky because the summer has ended and for me the beach never opened, there was no family vacation and no family cook-out with left overs.

Basically, it’s just been one big blur of days that go by because there’s a morning and a night, but there’s no interesting stuff in between, like having marshmallow spread between two slices of bread, the bread is torn and the texture is off putting.

And if this summer wasn’t a disappointment enough, my devices were constantly sending me notifications of things that I don’t care about. What I do care about is a return to normalcy, a world in which I understand how to post a blog, without having to call my kids.

A world where I can book a vacation to England and be afraid, to have a fear of flying, not because of a virus, but because, well… I have a fear of flying. That’s normal.

Thanks for listening.