I am valiantly trying to keep up with the modern technical world, but I find that I am not as successful as I would wish. And when I am feeling particularly proficient, that is when disaster usually hits. I seem to remember reading something about ‘pride going before a fall.’ And I had been very proud of paying my bills electronically, feeling I was really in the swing of the modern world. Then my credit card got hacked.
That required a new card and notification to all of the payees who had the old, hacked card of the new number. And that involved portals and IDs and passwords and account numbers, and what I had for lunch on Thursday. I am slowly getting there, but the optimal word in that sentence it slowly.
Then there is the site on which this blog is sent out into the world. Suddenly, my blog was going into everyone’s spam accounts. I received a notice which might have well been in Serbo-Croation for all it meant to me. My daughter immediately knew what was going on and in words of one syllable, which I could understand, she explained it to me. What it boiled down to, was that the website had noted that there was a problem out there in internet land (of which I am not a resident) and they had taken care of it. Do you think that if I explained I am 80 that they might, next time, write me a friendly note just saying ‘we have done incomprehensible things to your computer and don’t worry about a thing.’ And if that happened, perhaps I might also win the Nobel Peace Prize for literature.