The actual days of the week are blurring together, and I’m not always sure if it’s Monday or Thursday. But I think today is Thursday. And I know the date because I wrote it on the check that paid for our new Blackberrys® this morning.
Never having had a love affair with cell phones, I brought mine home and plopped it on the couch. I have a new cell number, I thought, but I never used the old cell number; so there’s no rush to let my friends and family know. Earl, on the other hand, is on the path called “learning curve.”
As if moving and new phones weren’t enough change in our lives, Earl gave me a Kindle® yesterday. I’d been on the fence about buying one, and probably would have opted out, in spite of the fact that Kindle®s could conceivably affect the number of trees that give up their natural state to become pages in a best seller. The thing is, I like holding a book in my hands.
However, while my new Blackberry® languishes, ignored, I have already figured out this other new piece of technology, found it to be simple and straightforward (Do you hear that AT&T?) and ordered my first book from the Kindle® store.
“You’re more interested in the Kindle® than you are in the cell phone,” Earl observed. He’d stuck his head in my office on the way to our bedroom to find me stretched on the floor reading. “I think it’s because you like books themselves better than phones.”
He’s probably right.
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