When I was a little girl, I used to cipher what my age would be in the year 2000. My age would be 42, and I wondered if I would live long enough to see the year 2000, and even if I did, would I be too old to appreciate it? I’m so pleased to report back to little Ginny that I wasn’t too old! I love the 2000s!
I’m sorry if this sounds commercial and awful and consumerist and ugly-American. But back in the 1980s, I loved my Apple IIc. We kept it in the kitchen, and I told people that I could use it to program my oven to start supper. In the 1990s, I loved my Palm Pilot, and I used to wish I could just touch the phone numbers or addresses to place a call or send an email. So imagine how much I love having lived long enough to see what my Mac can do. What my iPhone can do. How much I love watching Downton Abbey on my iPad, while walking on the dreadmill in the basement.
On Thursday, our TV checked out. In her day, she was a beauty — a 2004 flat-screen with a plasma display. If you pulled away the media cabinet to look at all the wiring, you’d drop your teeth. I reckon there were easily 20 tagged and color-coded wires coming out of an umbilical cord that was about and inch and a half in diameter — all running to the receiver and DVD player. And she put out enough heat to melt your lipstick, if you stood too close. But she wasn’t high-def, and she wasn’t HDMI compliant. She’d seen a lot of hours, what with Pammy and Papa watching all day and all evening all the time. So we weren’t surprised when she clicked but didn’t glow.
I went straight to the internet on my wireless Mac and researched smart TVs and made a date to buy one the very next morning!
Yes, I have lived long enough to own — and appreciate — a smart TV! How about that, Ginny girl? (No, I don’t have a hover car, missy.)
Gotta tell ya, I love the good ol’ days as much as anybody, but I don’t miss the good ol’ technology.
Not remotely.
ginnygram 
You don’t have a hover car…yet.
How do you watch Downtown Abbey on ur IPAD??? I can’t get any of my TiVo shows to download and watch. Your thoughts?
Signed ….. “totally bored in hotel room”;)
I kind of miss listening to my little white Bakelite radio. I turned it on first thing in the morning as I dressed for school and turned it off last thing at night before I went to sleep. And if the telephone rang, I had to run down a flight of stairs to beat my sister to answering it. By the way, the newspaper was on the porch in the morning and evening. That’s how we got the news. Nostalgia.