My granddaughter’s word for airplane is a combination of words, both signed and spoken. Her enthusiastic explanation reminds me of the complexity of language and jet propulsion and the human brain. So much I take for granted and just want it to work, thank you very much. Computers are a perfect example. I figure they should be like my range. Turn the dial, the element heats up and I place the pot on top for an expected 5 minute boil.
I have become so accustomed to the convenience of softly purring cyber machines in my life, serving my every techno whim that I hardly give their smooth operation a second thought. My electonically savvy husband sets up the router, loads software, trouble-shoots for needed upgrades or loose connections and makes everything run like a finely tuned Swiss watch. When he’s away and I am on a deadline and my computer will not cooperate, suddenly this gentle lamb (ahem) gets demanding. Poor man.
I’m happy to say that all is settled on the computer-front and now I am deep into packing-mode getting ready for two rides on Zoom Bird Car-car. I hope those savvy mechanics, technicians, engineers, and pilots are as savvy at their job as my man is at his. I plan to sit myself down, settle into a good book and enjoy the ride, especially in something with the coolest name EVER. Zoom Bird Car-car, here I come!
