This is about as smart as we are going to get.

Mike moved to a smartphone tonight.  I strongly suggested that he get the same phone model Cheyenne and I have so that we could assist him with his smartphone learning curve.  He wisely took my suggestion.

Not that I am the queen of smartphone savvy. On the smartphone savvy ten-point scale, I am a solid five.  I have been fortunate to be surrounded by many tutors.  I started at a negative one, but with time and others’ patience I am slowly picking it all up.  I continue to learn about my phone daily.   I am certain that I will have it all down just about the time I get a new phone.

Cheyenne is helping Mike get the basics down.  I am not sure how much of what she is telling him he will retain.  It is an awful lot for him to take in. At least he knows how to turn the phone on and how to call folks.  That was about all he did with his old phone so everything beyond that he has time to learn.

Going from basic technology to more advanced technology (a.k.a. smart technology) requires some smarts.  As for me and Mike, I am guessing this is about as smart as we are going to get.  The only consolation is that we are moving at about the same speed.  Thank goodness we have a teenager in the house.  Without her we would probably still be using a phone with a cord that hangs on the wall.  ;-)

Day one thousand two hundred and fifty-six of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to This is about as smart as we are going to get.

  1. tim haering says:

    Smart phones are just toys. And the difference between men and boys is the price of their toys. Like the difference between women and girls is the bounce of their curls. So, Mike became a man with the multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots, lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime. Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is, mama. Bang bang shoot shoot.

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