I called GallettAir this afternoon to arrange for maintenance servicing on my air conditioning unit. While scheduling the appointment with the delightful Katie, I asked if there was a non-programmable thermostat that could replace the super duper programmable thermostat I currently have. I explained that I was turning into my mother – and that simpler was definitely going to be better. If I want it to be 68 degrees, I don’t want to have to argue with the thermostat in order to make it happen. We had a good laugh. But then I realized that as I get older, what horrified me as a kid, is soothing as an adult . . .I’m turning into my mother.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love most of my advanced technological gadgets. I have a desktop, laptop, and iPad just for me. But I did just switch from a smart phone to a stupid phone because I really just don’t need an additional way to get on the Internet.
I love driving my son’s car, an old LeSabre, where I put the key in the ignition, turn it, and reach for the handle behind the steering wheel to put the car in gear. My Murano makes me have to think – just to start it. I can put the “key” into the slot, not really get it set in all the way, and propel the key all the way to the back seat. The windshield gets washed dozens of times, unintentionally, when I’m trying to go into reverse. What’s supposed to be new, and modern, isn’t always simpler.
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At night, I like to scrub my sink clean with Ajax, because the smell reminds me of when I was little and Mom was cleaning up after dinner (I know, I know, I mostly order in or eat out, but I still like the smell.) And the sink is probably the only part of the house I clean regularly (Mom – don’t ask me if this is true when we talk later!). But I digress.
Just once this weekend, think of a simpler time. When we use to light charcoal instead of using propane to BBQ; use a telephone instead of email or texting; hugged our parents (which I’m still lucky enough to do on a regular basis); and loved unconditionally. And hopefully, next week, I’ll be able to adjust the temperature in my house without having to refer to an instruction manual.
