The computer was similar. They got one when my mom started doing my dad's bookkeeping. And they felt they had to get to know this internet/email thing before they kicked the bucket. Now if you're visiting them and my mom disappears, she's probably playing computer solitaire, or checking the weather in Michigan where she summered as a child, or sending on a mass email to everyone on her list ("Well I thought it was just hilarious."). We may have a little intervention.
She has yet to start a blog or discover facebook, but it could happen. She should start a blog: then she could refute me--and promote her artistic endeavors. Are you reading this, Mom? Here's one of her paintings:
This one is called String Trio, It's at the Rental Sales Gallery at the Portland Art Museum. She's a Pro. And i'm proud of her. Don't let her self-deprecating "It's just a hobby" attitude fool you. Next time I'll plug my sister--she's a genius.
I don't even want to talk about her talking/driving habits. At least she doesn't know how to text.
Last time they came to spend the day with us, they spent quite a bit of time passing one of our IPhones back and forth: "Look at this!" "Would you look at that." "Now how does that work?" In an earlier era, I think they would have gladly signed over their all holdings and grandchildren in exchange. No wonder beads and bits of copper bought the Dutch the island of Manhattan.