I called my 86 year old Mom for help.
“Hey, Mom, I need a picture of your cabin in Canada.”
“Okay,” she said, “come over and get it.”
“No,” I told her, “I want you to get it off your computer, and email it to me.”
“Oh, ummm….where is that?”
“Where is your computer?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous. Where is the picture on my computer?”
“I don’t know. Don’t you?”
Maybe I did have to go over there and get it.
“Okay, let’s start at the computer. Are you on your iPad or your desktop?”
“Let me go to the big computer, the picture has to be on there because your
brother-in-law made it my screensaver.”
I hear her sneakers tweak around the kitchen floor, her bedroom door makes a little squeak as she opens it, and the whirr of her desktop hums through the phone line as she boots up.
“Okay, now what do I do?” she asks matter-of-factly. She calmly clicks on all the buttons I direct her to. We get all the way to the photos stored on her desk top and we are at an impasse.
“Mom, do you know where the photo is stored? Like, what folder is it in?”
“Well, I guess it’s in the one marked ‘Canada’, does that sound right?”
“Just try it. See if it’s in there.”
For some reason, I don’t hear any computer buttons clicking on the other end of the line. Silence, with a little breathing is the only sound coming through.
“What are you doing? I thought you were looking in the file marked ‘Canada’. Did you find it?”
Now she’s exasperated. Technology has won again. She is frustrated and annoyed, and I have no idea why.
“Ugh….I have been waiting and waiting for the keyboard to come up so I can look for the picture.”
“Wait…what? I don’t know what…..Wait….are you on your iPad or your computer”
“I’m on the computer. I told you that’s where the picture probably is.”
I realize that this octogenarian is trying her best to be in the 21st century. She has willingly taken on a desktop and an iPad. She puts up with her children trying to train her like an organ monkey over the phone, and sometimes it’s just too many things to remember. Plus naming every button as a “square thingy that looks like a tv,” or a “the blue e thingy,” usually ends up with a trip to Mom’s house anyway.
” Um….Mom, look down at your fingers, there’s your keyboard. It doesn’t come up on the screen like the iPad. You’re using the actual keyboard.”
We both burst out laughing. She does indeed send the picture.
Caregivers need to give credit where credit is due and…..
“You just have to Laugh….”
©2014 Cathy Sikorski