Hello, blog number one. Not even sure that anyone would care to read the scratchings of this old woman, but no matter,… at least for now. I’m experiencing the dual thrill and frustration of “surfing” through the different “themes”, setting up “widgets” and “categories”, and figuring out (thus far unsuccessfully) how people can “like” me on some page of a book with my face on it. This is evidently what my New York City thirty-something-year-old middle daughter refers to as Life Skills. Hmmm…
I am now at a stage of life where I find myself using phrases such as “stage of life”. Back in the day (there’s another one!) Life Skills had to do with balancing your check book, the family budget, and your children’s academic and extracurricular activities. Life Skills were defined as learning to maintain a job, a car, and a marriage, generally in that order, and usually for longer than twelve months.
This original conversation began with my daughter when my husband (her father of thirty-something years) and I upgraded phones, called 4-G, whatever that is. (I have to buy us identical phones because he goes into a sixty-something tizzy if I ask him to answer mine when he doesn’t know how.) Bob could care less about all the bells and whistles on “our” new phones. His remains parked on the dresser in the front room, lonely, blinking its little light but totally ignored. Our daughter must have thought this beneath her dad’s intellectual prowess, considering her world of Instgrams, Four Squares (that used to be playground game…), and Tweets.
Life changes quickly, our culture just about as fast. If I’m going to learn to blog, which seems more or less like a public diary (for those chronologically challenged, a diary was a book of our deepest secrets that was kept under lock and key…back in the day, so to speak), then I guess I should just settle on my current WordPress Theme, throw in a few widgets, and have at it for a spell.
My husband remains delinquent in his Life Skills, but is now enjoying his sporting events due to his new HDTV signal. He sure learned how to use the remote without too much difficulty…definite Life Skills for his gender.
Now if I could get him interested in the new dishwasher…