the phone

I clearly remember cross country drives. Hour after hour in the car shifting from one radio station after another. Using maps to plot out my route, keeping an eye on the gas gauge, figuring out rest stops. Maps, phone calls before leaving and after arriving, written directions, watching for sign posts, landmarks, and trying not to spill that can of whatever.

Today? A phone, a cell phone – handi- whatever you want to call it in your language, seems to be as important an item on your person as your underwear. It is always with someone. There is insurance for loss, theft, damage. Apps on other devices that will make that phone sound off in case you don’t remember where you put it down for the 15 seconds during the day when it isn’t in your hand.

And cell phones and driving? Ouch – if you don’t believe me – look at the NHTSA stats on phone use and accidents. Next time you re behind the wheel, tuck that phone away completely. Back seat, somewhere you can’t reach it without pulling over. Don’t put it on bluetooth – just pay attention to your driving.

And while you are at it – if driving anywhere there are pedestrians – watch for those attempting to become roadkill because they can’t take their eyes off their phones long enough to cross a street safely.

As it turns out – we don’t need a government to inflict 1984 on us –  we are doing it to ourselves.

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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One Response to the phone

  1. ron says:

    Excellent!

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