Eeeek-Reader

My morning paper had a comic strip that tickled me. The comic strip is called "Grand Avenue" and features a grandmother raising her twin grandchildren and the hilarity that entails. The grandmother is sitting in her chair reading a book; the grandson comes up to her and says "you're so old-fashioned, why don't you get an e-reader?" The grandmother replies that she is not old-fashioned, she just likes the feel of a book. Then she asks her grandson to turn on the light for her. He returns with a lit candle. She says, "very funny."

As for me, I am not old-fashioned, though I tell my kids that I am a traditionalist. And I am an admitted techno-phobe. I have a rough time with any "new-fangled" gadget, and I surely do not care for change. My cell phone is practically "old school". It does not take pictures, or surfs the web, or maps my route...it simply makes calls, receives calls.  I don't like any appliance that has so many bells and whistles that you can not find the on/off button. Our universal remote turns on the t.v., the cable box, the sound system and the dvd player. I am unable to figure out how to use it. I just like simple things.

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And I like the feel of a book. I love holding the book, enjoying the cover art, turning pages, using a bookmark. I love my bookshelves arranged with all the beloved favorites, the beautiful gardening and craft books with their glossy, gorgeous pictures.  That is not to say that I think we should live in the dark ages, without any modern conveniences. Heavens no! I love indoor plumbing and my beautiful Gemini, dual-oven, ceramic top stove.

My daughter, raethan loves her e-book. She is a computer genius; she has a job as a software developer. She amazes me with her knowledge; she is brilliant in all things electronic, complicated, intricate. A great puzzle solver and trouble shooter. She loves to read, and I think it is great that she enjoys her e-book with all its merits and uses. Just please, don't ever give me one.

Frankly, it is a miracle that I am typing this blog on a lap top. That I have wandered around the blog-o-sphere, have set up this blog, learned how to edit posts, insert images and links, and have not crashed the computer in the process.

Well, gotta run, time to milk the cows and churn the butter. The ice truck will be by soon to fill up the icebox in the kitchen. And I have to get my mail ready for the Pony Express rider.