Gadgets are guy things. Maybe it’s in their genes - or maybe it’s just in their blue jeans.
My guy loves digital cameras. I don’t because I don’t like having my picture taken. Maybe it’s because I’m part American Indian and I feel like my soul is being taken. Of course, you’d think something that could take my soul could take my wrinkles too.
You’d think I could get with the twenty-first century, but not being mechanically inclined continually gets in my way. The more buttons and switches something has, the more chance there is for me to experience the frenzied frustration of failure - to swear.
I don’t want a phone to take pictures, text message, remind me to buy a birthday card or tell me when I’m late. I just want a phone to talk to someone who’s not in voice range. What I want is two paper cups and a very long string.
I had an electric can opener, but I gave it to the thrift store. It was awkward to operate, hard to clean and didn’t make canned food taste better. Canned food is for camping or power failures. Maybe electric can openers should come with […]

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