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Yeah, I did the run. I'm doing it again Friday. Almost died in the second interval. Ugh!

For the last half hour, I have been helping my grandmother log into her email account over the phone. I really try to keep in mind the fact that she's 65 and while she's used a computer, is not used to the internet. Or the mouse.

But, when for the first TEN MINUTES we're not even trying to log into Yahoo - I don't know where we were logging into, but it wasn't Yahoo - and then it takes five minutes for me to realize that the reason she's not getting Yahoo when I have her type in the address is because she typed out 'dot' - and then when I have to tell her "left click on the Mail picture - that's the left mouse button - yes, move the mouse there'... it's frustrating.

More so because my sister walked her through the exact same process yesterday. And because I was going to try to get some writing in after my homework and now that doesn't look happy.... and after I helped her and then told her I had homework to finish, she kept talking to me about how "your parents didn't tell me they were going out of town, why don't I have (specialized piece of equipment for her medical transcriptionist job that I have NO clue about)"... I was ready to chew off my own leg several times during that very long 35 minutes, if it would have helped.

Gah. But it's good to vent!

Darn, someone's going to accuse me of being hateful to my grandparents, again. To which I say, you can have all five of them.

What's really funny won't happen for many years yet:

Picture your grandchildren walking you through how to connect your biointerface neural transfer brain-loaded synapseware that they bought you for your birthday, only because you hadn't bothered to join the InterneuralNet yet... "No, gramma... you have to *think* it up into the interface before you can crossconnect..."

Stay tuned... :-) Sooner or later it happens to all of us.

My gramma lived the first forty years of her life without electrical power. Telephones were "newfangled" contraptions as far as she was concerned. Computers where just never going to be part of her life. Just not happening.

But the bonus for her was that when the power went out at her house, it was about as inconvenient as having the cable go out on the TV. She could cook a mean breakfast on the woodstove. :-)

Sorry... kinda' rambled there...