Where I come from they say that bad things come in threes. I did not have that saying in mind as my recovery from eye surgery progressed much more slowly than the surgeon predicted. I have learned to anticipate surgical optimism. Even when an epidural steroid injection knocked me out for a day I was still hopeful about my potential for meaningful group collaboration. Then I blew up the kitchen.
The smoke alarm provided by ADT is very loud and disorienting. I managed to change the setting on the whole house fan and to open the front and back doors but I could not find the house phone. I heard the wail of the approaching fire engine and my next door neighbor calling out “Miss Ann, Miss Ann” at the same time. I wanted to run through the house and gather precious stuff but good sense prevailed and I simply picked up my purse and stepped out onto the porch. Note to Self -Keeping purse by door – GREAT JOB.
It was hours before I thought about my homework and my group again and when I did I felt pretty hopeless. Then I opened the purse and spotted the “Smartphone.”
It is only a few weeks old. The purchase was not motivated by a desire to be a better student or teacher. It was a capitulation to the communication styles of my children and grandchildren. A grandmother who does not text is out of the loop. I pulled out the phone and emailed my group.
Once the device was in my hands I decided to try Google docs. Life will never be the same again. I need a new prescription for corrective lenses. I need better control over this one finger (I will never be a thumb typist). But even with one eye, and it in need of correction, I can see the potential. It will be a few days before my house is habitable again. That gives me some time to see how smart this phone really is.
The WordPress app is next. If I can post my reflection using only this device then this week will have been characterized by a huge learning arc.
And it will be even more important with the next batch of grandchildren. As the 18 year old gave the Farewell Address for the class of 2014, her two year old cousin demanded the iPhone to play a game and her eight year old brother worked on his selfie skills.