By Georgia Osten
…but it’s important the older we get.
Before retirement, I was pretty computer savvy, and I’ve had to stay up on my computer skills. I can create spread sheets, send and receive correspondence, update a website, participate in social media, various stuff like that. I do a fair job I think – I even manage to surprise my kids from time to time. I don’t know how to program a movie into the DVD, my husband wrote out specific step by step notes for that task. The last time I tried, I lost the DVD remote – it stayed lost for about 2 months. Working my smart phone is a conundrum. I can talk on the smart thing, call out, receive calls, hang up, etc. I can text and accept messages. I can take pictures and sometimes I’m successful at posting them to emails, messages or Facebook.
Lately, I’ve had to make a few trips to LaMarque – sorry if you happened to get behind me while I was stopped in the middle of the street, studying the map on my cell phone. There I was driving all through LaMarque on the south side of Hwy. 3, the streets I needed just didn’t go through, and there were those dang railroad tracks. At one point, I ended up at the Texas City Dike. Very interesting, because I’ve never been on the Texas City Dike. Later, I told my husband it might be nice to intentionally go there sometime.
Last time I went to La Marque, I had about 30 minutes to wait for Mr. Murphy to come open up his furniture repair shop, so I had a chance to play with my phone a bit. I decided to take a look at the map again and decided to “reverse” my route in hopes I wouldn’t end up on the Dike again. Lo and behold, this voice came on my phone, I call her Marge – she’s a voice from Heaven. Marge began telling me where my next turn would be to get outta there. Marge didn’t even get angry when I missed a turn, she would simply re-route me to the next possible getaway.
When I finally got back to familiar territory, I cut off Marge so I could call my daughter in California and tell her my success story. I hope I can meet up with Marge again sometime, and hope she’ll be just as patient with me next time.
(This article published 8/3/2015)
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You are SO darn cute! I LOVE this one…and yes, you done good Mom! Trust Marge, she knows what she’s talking about (most of the time)! Love you
Now program her to get you to Cali…