Perspective

The other day a sales women called me up, hoping to sell her wares.  We talked about the free sample I had ordered online.  She wanted to send me an email with more offers.

"How old are you?" she asked while I gasped at her insensitive question.

"40." I announced a little too proudly.

"Ok. Do you know how to work a computer? Check email?"

Duh.

I wanted to say, "Gollllleeee, Daisy Mae! I don't know nuffin' about no 'puter!"

But instead I answered very quietly, "Yes."

Not yes: I have three email accounts, thank you very much! Which do you want?  Or: I am on Facebook and Twitter, do you want those accounts?  Or: How about shooting me a few photos on Flickr? Or: Leave a note on my blogs (plural)?  I can check all the above on my iTouch!

Instead I very politely said, "Yes."

Yes to age discrimination! That is right! You heard me! Apparently I am old enough for age discrimination! OUCH.  

I admit it takes longer for me to recoup from a late, late night talking with girls.  And I admit I sometimes can't stay awake until Leno, but I still jump on the trampoline and ride the kids scooter and slide down the PG water slide.  

It's all about perspective, right?  

Ok. I do chuckle when someone younger than me says they don't know how to text but I'm not laughing at them.  Just our tech era. There is so much to do and see read that I am already behind.  And I can't imagine what it will be like when I am a grandma!

"Henry! Get down off that floating contraption and help me weed the garden!"

"It's a hover board grandma!  And they've got robots to weed now.  You are sooo old fashion!"

I hope I mature as gracefully as my dear MIL.  

When we showed her a memory card from the camera and told her it could hold over 1000 pictures didn't believe us.  She didn't want to look at it anymore, either.  

But she makes quilts that my kids love.  She makes the best orange bow knots and rolls. She sends birthday cards with a couple of dollar bills ('tell the kids I'm sorry I can't send more!") She goes camping and swimming and has all the other widows in her ward over for FHE. She is the epitome of 'endure to the end.' And when people say a picture is worth a thousand words, they mean it by this picture of my mother-in-law:

She is an amazing woman and doesn't even have email!

PS The saleswoman wanted me to buy some facial cleaner "for only $200! Mine lasts at least a month!"

PSS Can you name gadget from a movie I mentioned?