The Agony of the Touch

We finally gave it and upgraded our phones. At least Sean and I did, while David was smart and kept his old one for now. After a lot of agonizing (because that seems to be what I do when I have to make choices between things) I settled on the enV Touch. The thing got great reviews and my end-all requirements were the phone had to have a qwerty and a better camera. The Touch has both. It also has lots of stuff that I have to learn about. In this season of my life - and I'm talking about any time when my hormones are wacked - I don't need anything that is even slightly off the norm.

My first experience in trying to send a text message ended with my not being able to find the danged punctuation. I really should say I couldn't find English punctuation because I could readily find the upside down question mark and upside down exclamation point. Sean sent me a text that needed to be answered and I answered with foreign punctuation. I explained to him that my phone must have been manufactured in Mexico and there's some smart aleck in Tiajauna quietly chuckling to himself at the thought of the person who got this particular phone. Shortly after that the period and semi-colon appeared. I swear, I'm not making this up.

Shonda texted me and on the first try I sent a blank message. I texted back with the following:

Did u get my non hyphen msg question mark I believe I have satan apostrophe s own personal phone. I do know where the period is located.

This is how that should have looked:

Did u get my non-msg? I believe I have satan's own personal phone. I do know where the period is located.

Last night I took a picture of a group of kids at church. When I tried to take another I took one of my hand instead.

The only thing that is making me stick this out, outside of the cool feature that you can tap an icon and hear a voice read the text messages aloud to you, is that I am determined not to be a Luddite (and David had to tell me what that meant in modern speak). He also just said what I really needed was a Mennonite phone. I think that was just because he'd used the word Luddite and Mennonite rhymed. I'm afraid this post is all too revealing about what actual conversations are like in this home.