Regrets I have a few, but most too personal to mention. It would be a rhino-opic wallow in the muddy waters of the ego if I indulged these tales of remorse. But one regret that bares writing about and should not exploit the reader’s emotions is that why did computers come so late into my life to try me?
I have just spent three hours getting my old Apple I Phone to sync with my new very smart 7.06 model. Am I talking your language? Cause if so I need you in my life.
The saga is too long, too complicated and would bore you but if I say old software not only on my computer but on the phone, needed upgrading, computer not compatible with new upgrade, phone in two different names ……. You, who cheerfully and confidently punch a couple of keys to fix any techo problem would know how to fix this in a jiffy.
I learned to type on the metal rimmed keys of an old Remmington that beside ripping the quicks of your finger nails they needed the strength of Samson to depress the keys to leave their metal imprint on the page. You could say I am like stone-age man who has been given a box of matches and a packet of fire-lighters where all he has ever known is the act of rubbing two sticks together to make fire.
I am completely challenged when it comes to understanding how a computer works, the penny dropping moment of understanding is hard won. In my defense I do try. It’s just that I seem to come to the solution so tardily. We used to call it Sod’s Law in my day that you tried every way but which way before success came.
Still I did it! I transferred, strike transferred, I synced all my data from one mobile to the newie. I can put the frustration behind me until the next challenge.
Then once more I will say but not in a shy way – regrets I have a few…….