Once more I have been seduced by technlogy. Insane promises about what marvels await me suckered me into HD-DVR cable service. Now I'll be able to do all manner of wonderful things to all the television shows I never watch anyway. And all in HD.
The cable guy showed up today (and at the assigned time no less) toting the latest magic box that he attached with such elan and alacrity that it made me nearly weep at my own inadeqaucy. He was totally undaunted by the spaghetti tangle of cables and wires that inhabit the back of the cabinet. And he did it all by feel, eschewing my offer to hold the flashlight so he could see what he was doing.
The appropriate connections completed, he then blathered his way through quick tutorial on the functions of the remote that most ten-year-olds would have had no problem understanding, but which left me reeling, smoke spewing from all my available orifices. Unable to formulate an intelligent question about how this all really works, I just nodded and mumbled something that made him believe I knew what he was talking about. He finally finished and packed up his bag of magic tricks and voodoo dolls. I was crumpled on the floor in a fetal position, drooling and whimpering before his truck made it out of the driveway.
Now I await the arrival of my 25 year old son who will hopefully gently guide me through this techno labyrinth. My hope is that he will leave me somewhat competant by the time he finishes explaining all those fancy buttons.
I have to remember that all those blinking lights and cute buttons are just part of a machine and that I am better than a machine. I am smart. I am competant. I am capable. I am better than a machine. I can do this. I am better............