Joyce OreNewfangled stuff has lost its appeal


There was a time when I was ready for anything new. I looked forward to the latest in spring fashion, home appliances, decorating ideas, television shows, lipstick and mascara that promised fuller lashes.

Not anymore. If it works and I understand it, I’m happy with what is. I’m no longer interested in “new and improved” or “the latest” innovation.

Several years ago, our cellphone stopped working. Like many my age who grew up with the party line, we were not thrilled with where the phone was headed. First, a phone receiver separated from its parent; then an answering machine; and finally a cellphone. Life was getting complicated. Like with our friends, it was our kids who talked us into trying these latest. Now we can’t get along without them. How did our parents ever manage?

When it came time to purchase a new cell, life had moved on without us. With the help of youngest daughter, we managed to find a cellphone that didn’t require us to know more than how to place a call and retrieve messages. We were happy. But time passes, and history has taught us that the life of chartreuse carpet goes on forever, but a cellphone is likely to die within days of its second birthday.

It is nearing time to buy a new cell. I don’t think I can handle it.

We keep hearing about smartphones. Really! Do I really need something else in my life that is smarter than I am? I no longer have the stamina, the confidence or the desire to face the new, the improved, the latest.

I hope they don’t come out with a smart frying pan. I won’t know how to fry an egg.



Copyright © 2014