Recently we upgraded to new iPhones. Not the latest model, but still a newer model than we had. We also purchased a wireless printer for the first time. Imagine typing in the comfort of the living room and sending something to the printer without getting up! Sounds good to me!
I am notoriously bad at adapting to new technology so all things considered I am handling this fairly well. The phone has been a breeze as the young people in the phone store were good at explaining things in language I understand, even if they were talking so fast it was difficult to keep up at times. I was able to transfer almost everything from the old to the new by myself with just a couple of questions for my twenty-something daughter and my husband once we were home. It’s kind of fun perusing the different ringtones and alert sounds then assigning them to different contacts and applications. I was even able to print a picture from the phone as I nested in my couch corner. It was with bold confidence that I set up my laptop on the dining room table and attempted to send a document to the magical wireless printer after so successfully sending something from my phone. Alas! My technological wizardry ended abruptly! Try as I might, I just couldn’t get the document to print. I called my daughter into the room to see what I might be doing wrong but nothing we tried worked. It was after eight p.m. and we were both tired so I decided to just forget it for the time being, shut things down and figure it out the next day. Finally, mid-day, I had a chance to power up both printer and computer. I was determined to print that document! As I was waiting for the laptop to boot up after turning the printer on, it began to print the document from the night before, spitting papers out at rapid pace. As I bent to pick the first page up off the floor more papers fluttered around me and slid under the table and chairs. Subsequently I sent another document to be printed and first thought it wasn’t going to work when suddenly with a few whirs and clicks papers began shooting out in rapid succession. This time I was able to catch them as they flew out before they hit the floor.
I’m proud of myself for having such a smooth transition to my new electronic equipment. Now I just have to figure out the older gadgets and computer programs I need to use. That ought to be a piece of cake. Gosh! I love technology!