My inlaws live in Connecticut. Not the really posh part of Connecticut that involves mandatory driving of either a BMW or a Volvo, but the upper northwest corner of Connecticut where having a life sized statue of Christopher Columbus is resoundingly considered "a great idea". Since they're both in that category of life that insurance adjusters wistfully refer as "past average human lifespan", we're trying to convince them that living in a depressed and depressing city noted for having only slightly more above ground residents than those… uhm… not… above ground… so to speak… is a bad idea.
So we're trying to convince them to get out of there. Not neccessarily permanently, not yet at least, but go somewhere less likely to be covered in meters of snow and where Dad will need to clear the 40% grade driveway with a snowblower. Inevitably, the first thing that my Mom-in-law will say is "We'd go, but we like to visit with our friends."
This, staggers me.
Not that she wants to visit with friends, that's fine. The problem is that she spends most of her day/night/dusk/dawn/existence/being on the phone. She calls her daughters, cousins, relatives, friends, associates, and i'm not unconvinced she randomly dials numbers and spends a few hours discussing the weather and Jeannie Spicanello's lumbego with a rather confused fisherman in Southern Uzbekistan.
This woman understands the glory of technology (albeit one aspect of it) She goes far beyond embracing telecommunications to the point that i fully expect to see telecommunications on a witness stand pointing at places on a doll. Get this woman a high speed internet line, a Skype account or a presence on y!Live and you'd never be free of her.
It's funny how fast folks latch onto "familiar" technology while fighting "newer" things.
If i ever get to that point? Shoot me.
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