In this day and age, technology is absolutely shocking.
For me, it has been a rude awakening.
I now have to put on makeup to answer my telephone.
To some, using this Skype thing is as plain as the nose on your face. But I guess I didn’t get the whole picture when my daughter, Traci, talked me into adding it to my computer.
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The first experience with it happened early one morning shortly after I’d staggered from the bedroom to the kitchen to meet with the coffeemaker.
“What’s that noise?” my husband, Bill, exclaimed as I stood bleary-eyed, counting the seconds until the first cup of Starbucks. “It sounds like it’s coming from the living room,” he observed, reaching for the cream.
My mind slowly dialed in to the strange sound.
“Oh, my goodness!” I yelped racing to the laptop. “Traci is calling us on Skype!”
I tapped the green icon, and Traci began to talk.
“Hey, Mom!” she greeted me. “You need to turn on the video. That’s the beauty of Skype!”
(Well, that was a matter of opinion.)
Once again, I searched for another icon as a cooing sound filtered in from the screen. Then, voila! The camera captured the action.
“Looks like you’re still in your PJs,” Traci commented as my image came on screen and hers, too. “I’m already dressed and taking care of the baby while Justin’s wife, Jessica, is getting ready.”
I stared at my perfectly coiffed daughter bouncing her visiting three-month old grandson, Ethan, on her lap. I moved the computer closer. Wow! She certainly didn’t look like a grandma.
And then it hit me! If she’s the grandma then I’m the gr ... gr ... gr ... great ...
Yikes! A great grandma close-up on-camera without makeup! It was shocking even to me, but I’d been foiled by technology.
Thankfully, great grandson Ethan didn’t seem to mind.