Tuesday, January 28, 2020

It’s A Wonderful Life

I’m trying to keep up.  I sometimes think I am doing so.  But then there are moments when I feel like I’m being left behind.  Left behind by technology.  We needed a new TV—the old one was apparently an antique (according to my grandson) and acting up.  No problem.  I’ll get a new one.  Easier said than done.  There are so many different kinds of TVs these days with plasma display panels, digital lighting processing (DLP), liquid crystal display (LCD), organic light-emitting diode display (OLED), and quantum light-emitting diode display (QLED).  There are Smart TVs with Alexa (whoever she is) built in.  There are 4K and 8K TVs (whatever that means).  HDMI ports are important—the more the merrier.  A sound bar is a good idea.  Needless to say, I was totally lost.  Finally I admitted my ignorance and asked our son, Paul, to select a TV for me.  He did.  I bought it.  He installed it and  programmed it.  Later, our son, Luke, set up Amazon Prime for us so we can now view “free” movies.  We are enjoying our new TV.

It took me a long time to set up my cell phone in our Honda Accord so I could answer and make calls while driving (hands free).  Now, all of a sudden, the car is speaking to me, saying, “Unable to find phone history.”  It does it every time I drive the car.  I press the OK button as instructed and the car stops saying “Unable to find phone history,”and I drive on.  What to do?  Well, I guess I’ll “Google it!”  I find out that there are lots of people having this problem.  The solution:  disconnect your iPhone and then reconnect it!  I think I’ll wait for help from Paul or Luke.

My wife has a hearing problem.  The TV volume had to be turned up in order for her to hear it.  I mean really “turned up.”  Paul and Helen saved our marriage with a Christmas gift of  “TV Ears.”  What a difference those “ears” have made in our home!

Yesterday while picking up our mail I left the car running, came back out of the Post Office with a bundle of mail and drove off to our next destination.  About three miles down the road I noticed a flashing message:  “No Key…No Key…No Key.”  What on earth is going on now—first the car is telling me it can’t find my phone history and now telling me “No Key.”  About seven miles further down the road and the meaning of the message finally sunk in.  Where’s my key?  I didn’t have it.  I had left it in the mailbox at the Post Office.  I turned around, went back to the Post Office, found my keys dangling from the mailbox, and as soon as I got back in the car (still running) the “No Key” message stopped flashing.  If I had gone on to our destination—turned off the car—we would have been stuck.

Technology!  Isn’t it wonderful?

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