Talking About

Feeling OldSo, yesterday, Steve warned me about acting too old and, thereby, feeling and being old. He also graciously extended to me honorary membership in the Optimist Paddling group, an invitation I have gladly accepted. Then something like this happens to through me off my game and remind me that I grew up in a house with a coal furnace in the basement.

It was only a few weeks ago that I sent my first text message on a cellular phone. What a high. I suddenly felt as hip as a NASA scientist. I had conquered technology (and I never even took calculus in school). No longer was I some old guy who expected to see dials on phones. No sir. I was a new-ager with a computer and a cell phone and a digital camera. I could even do a few things in PhotoShop.Then #1 daughter sends me these pictures made by "bored" graphic artists, and I suddenly realized that while I was sending that first text message technology was continuing to out pace my knowledge and abilities. Oh well. It's all good, and my grandchildren will grow up with it all and understand stuff I never will.

It's supposed to get up to 80F today, and I just might go paddling in my kayak. I think I will use my high tech Greenland stick, just to make a point to, if no one else, my self.

Paddle safe...
DS