I'm Smarter than It

I don't know if it was some sort of punishment for my basic Luddite tendencies or if the planets aligned to suck the life out of my meager electronic possessions. Either way, I experienced my first technological meltdown. Well, perhaps meltdown is too strong a word but it was my version of one.

My cell phone, MP3 player and camera all died at the same time.

Now I know this is piffle to all you techies. For me it means reading manuals, locating charging cords, matching these cords with the correct appliance, inserting such cords into the correct hole in the aforementioned correct appliance, and obsessing over that teensy light to see if it's changed to a more favorable color.

Of course I can do it. I'm not helpless. Besides, I am motivated by my mantra: I am an educated woman with a variety of talents and no inanimate object will get the better of me.

It might be a little long to needlepoint but it's chiseled into one of my brain cells for eternity, easily accessible when needed.