Exactly one week ago my computer decided to do this...
after several days trying to repair it myself I contacted my local cable provider for assistance. A very nice young man
was absolutely no help what so ever and after several hours on the phone with him figured I would have to call in the serious artillary.
Before doing so I decided I would call my very handsome yet very capable son Josh. Now I'm not sure how everyone else deals with calling on their children for help but I resist it at all costs. My son, sweet as he can be, has little patience for my lack of tech skills and cannot understand why my feeble brain can't grasp what seems so obvious to him.
Most of our computer repair conversations go something like this:
(son) what did you do???
(son) you must have done something!
(me) I swear, one minute it was fine and the next it was frozen
(son) here, you go here, do this, that happens, it's fixed...
(what I hear) blah, blah, blah!
I do try, I just can't wrap my brain around it and the more impatient he gets with me the more my brain freezes! It finally dawned on me that this was a generational thing. He grew up with computers as part of his everyday life, for me they were an intrusion that I resisted for as long as humanly possible. I finally caved and learned the most rudimentary skills but not near enough to bail myself out of serious trouble. My attempt at getting him to understand my inability to become as tech savvy as he is went something like this:
(son) why can't you remember this, I've shown you before?
(me) I try but it just doesn't seem to stick
(son) well why not?
(me) you grew up with this, it's all common knowledge for you
(son) so you're saying you can't learn?
(me) no, it just takes me longer
(son) I don't get it!
(me) let me explain, while this is something you enjoy, it's just a necessary evil for me...suppose I were to walk you through my gardens and I told you all the common and latin names of my plants and flowers, then I proceded to tell you what conditions they needed for thriving and when their bloom times were etc. If I were to call you back in a month or so and quizzed you do you think you would remember???
(son) not a very good analogy
(me) of course it is, if it's not something you need to know or do everyday it's harder to retain
(son) grumble, humph
Now mind you, the above conversations have been repeated many times in the last five years, nothing changes. Can you understand my reluctance to call on him for help???
My husband finally convinced me to ask for #1 son's help. He was here for two days and many hours before he fixed it...so I ask you how was I supposed to fix it if even my computer smart son had trouble?
While I may resist the technological end of this thing that sits on my desk, I do miss it when it's gone so I am quite happy to be back...now I think I'll just spend the remainder of this rainy day visiting all of you!