You’d think I was an old lady when it comes to things like hand-written thank you notes. I also complain endlessly about things not being built like they used to be. And I walked to school in the snow. But. I may as well be a Millenial when it comes to certain aspects of technology. I was nearly the last person in my demographic to get a smart phone. But now I’m incredulous that anyone turns on a computer. I believe in the power of free, fast wireless Internet. In my pocket. Everywhere. Always. Amen.
This is why I can not shut up about the lack of Internet on The Father’s rehab floor. Okay, there’s Internet. But you can’t watch video on it. So I’m not sure what good it is. I was going to leave with The Father my beloved iPad so he could fill his non-therapy hours with slapstick, or documentaries, or documentaries about slapstick. Or something serious and
boring interesting to him.
We aren’t sure how long The Father will be in slow Internet rehab. Perhaps you have a DVD to lend or pass on to him? My mom would be happy to deliver them. (Right, Mom?) Just make sure you label disks clearly if you’d like them returned to you.
P.S.If you’re a philanthropist, consider supporting the IT infrastructure of organizations you love. Because Netflix and cat antics videos heal, y’all.