I never wanted a smart phone. I never wanted any cell phone at all until my youngest son left for training to serve in Iraq several years ago. I knew I would not be able to leave my house until his return unless I had access to a telephone, so I acquired one. Not a smart phone, just a flip phone but it served it's purpose and also provided comic relief when my kids cracked up over the garbled texts they received from me.
A few weeks ago my husband decided we needed new phones, and so I am now the proud owner of a smart phone. Actually I am the perpetually frustrated owner of a smart phone. I don't understand the icons, I can't see the tiny print or texts, and I'd like to fling it into the driveway and back over it a couple times. I have also discovered that app is the most overused word in the English language. The worst trick of this demon phone however, has been to tamper with my blog.
I was playing with the thing one day and noticed hundreds of photographs. There were photos from my blog, documents, photos I had deleted, census images--I had no idea how they got on my phone? (I never said I was a techie) Well, that can't be good I thought, they must be using all sorts of space, I don't want them on my phone, so I began deleting them. The next day I took a look at my blog and freaked out. There, where photos should have been, were instead boxes with minus signs. After a quick internet search, I discovered "smart" phones can do that. That vindictive phone had deleted the photos not just from itself, but from my blog!
I will now be spending the next few