As I mentioned a few posts back, I bought myself a Tracfone Smartphone. With the help from my best friend (who is also my sister-iin-law), I learned some of the “basics” by experimenting. I checked the apps and was able to pull up the weather in our area, menus from restaurants, and even some cat videos. I was able to take a few pictures, too—mostly ones of my face until I realized how to do it. Now I have a slew of cat pictures.
I’ve learned how to delete phone numbers (you know, the ones you get when you have a new phone; no clue who these folks are), but I have yet to set up my own contacts. When this phone rings, it plays lovely guitar music. It’s not the worst thing in the world to hear, but I still can’t figure out how to choose a ringtone myself. More later.
Then there is the whole texting thing. Yes, I know I have pooh-poohed texting many times, but what’s the harm in learning how to do it? My best friend walked me through it, and (drum roll, please)—I actually sent her a text! Once I found out that it’s just a matter of directing the text to the person’s phone number, it was one of those “duh” moments. Who knew it could be that easy?
So, does this mean that I can finally give up my hammer and chisel and stop hauling my stone tablet around with me? What next: parasailing? Goat yoga? Facebook?! All I know right now is that I don’t feel as “fossil-y” as I did before. I’m sure that there are tons of apps and stuff on my smartphone I will never use, but hey—you never know.
I feel like the first-grader who comes home from school, announcing proudly “I can read!” (Never mind that first graders already know far more than I know about smartphones!)