Don't look now, but I think I'm finally skidding into the 21st century.
It started a few weeks before Christmas when the bride made noises that maybe she would sorta, kinda, you know, try to update her life with a -- drum roll, please -- iPhone.
I sorta, kinda ignored her, but she was on to something. Our little cell phones worked perfectly well, but they were pretty limiting in this electronic age. Fine for calling people, but pretty much a lump after that.
So I bit the bullet and let Santa surprise her with an iPhone 5.
She loved it immediately and within hours I knew I had created a monster.
Most of her idle hours these days are spent learning Spanish off her phone (making strange sounds every couple of minutes), texting friends and family off her phone, playing Scrabble off her phone and, more recently, taking pictures of favorite recipes and storing them on her phone.
Hey, Luv, I'm still here, you know.
I watched her excitement, but honestly I never gave a thought to getting an iPhone myself. My dinosaur phone works fine, thank you.
Then I saw that my 10-year-old grandson had gotten a tablet for Christmas. Well, dumb old me. I thought a tablet was still something you wrote on with pencils.
A tablet opens a whole new electronic world -- the Internet, yes, but also a ton of games and Apps (a word, incidentally, that I've never used before this minute).
Suddenly, the realization. Everyone's got a swell new toy except me. Finally, it seemed the time had come, and although I wrote a couple of years ago about my aversion to Kindle and Nook, I headed to Amazon.
Thirty minutes later a Kindle Fire was on its way to McClellanville. I haven't received it yet and I'm still not sure what I'll do with it when it arrives.
I'm not interested in learning Spanish. I don't know anyone to text. And I don't do recipes.
I hope it has a Scrabble game.
Contact Bob Bestler at firstname.lastname@example.org.