It is with great hesitation that I admit that my wife and I have new cell phones. I have had many objections to these new fancy gadgets and my primary objection was the absurd cost to use the darn things. It seemed that the only way to get a phone at a decent price was to enroll in some kind of plan that would lock you into an exorbitant monthly cost. And then when you finally got one you were sucked into a world of texting and apps and other crazy stuff that piled on more costs and attention. So I resisted even thinking about it and relied on my simple little phone that knew only how to allow me to talk now and then.
It was when my wife and I figured that it would probably be smart for us each to have a phone for no other reason than it would allow us to find each other if we got lost in the mountains of Utah or in the jungles of a Las Vegas casino.
That is a picture of it to the right. Yes, yes -- it has a keyboard. Each phone cost $29 and there is no monthly contract. We pay about $30 every three months to buy prepaid minutes, which is plenty ample for our use.
It is also with great hesitation that I admit that I have texted on this phone. This was primarily to send messages and pictures, yes -- it takes pictures, to the kids. I now have the ability to get online and to download apps -- neither of which I am particularly interested in doing.
My kids sort of smirk at this turn of events, as if I have finally come over to the dark side or something.
My briefcase was filled with electronic gadgets and chargers while traveling. Let's see, two cell phones, a small camcorder, a digital camera and chargers for everything. The TSA showed great consternation when my briefcase would pass through security. It seems that they had to call a supervisor over to verify that a battery charger was in fact not some kind of detonator. I'm glad that they didn't pick up one of the gadgets and ask me to demonstrate it. Trying to remember which gadget needed which button to push to turn it on might have been a challenge.
Soon I face the daunting task of trying to delete my Facebook site. It seems that a couple or so years ago I set myself up there...and when I got a handle on what it was all about I wanted to get out of there. I went back in and deleted myself out of the whole thing. It seems that the damn thing didn't delete. This was a problem with Facebook for quite a while -- it wouldn't let you delete yourself. Now it seems that this stirred up a bit of controversy, so I understand I can now actually do it. I get emails daily of people that somehow connected to me on Facebook. The other day I went in and saw that I had 900 people, with pictures, somehow attached to my site. I don't know who these people are, and honestly, I don't want to know these people. So now I have the daunting task of once again trying to wipe myself out of Facebook. I can do it. I know I can.
So now I am off to downloading vacation pictures and videos and getting myself organized.