By Lori Clinch
There are all sorts of things to worry about in the world today. We have world peace to consider, global warming to ponder and certainly we must muse the thought of whether or not Putin helped Trump get elected.
Points to consider for sure and certainly topics for dinnertime discussion, if you are fortunate enough to be dining with like minds.
I stay in touch with these subjects. I’m not ignorant, uncaring or oblivious. Yet, what has my undivided attention at this moment, what is at the forefront of my mind and has me complaining to no one in particular is this — the storage on my iPhone is full and I cannot do the things I need to do.
It’s trivial, I know, yet it is quite bothersome. I cannot download apps or important information and worse yet, I cannot take pictures.
Some might think it minuscule, but here we are in the heart of the Christmas season and I’m having to let one Kodak moment after another go undocumented. Why, it’s a shutterbug’s nightmare!
I could go to Settings and manage my storage, see what’s taking up all of my memory and click away things like it’s my job, but I don’t want to. More importantly, I don’t know how.
I am fortunate enough to have four brilliant and very techy sons. They have their finger on the pulse of technology, are a step ahead of the game and could solve “Mom problems” with a couple of clicks and an ounce of ingenuity.
Alas, they will not. When I hand them my phone, they become mystified and shocked at the amount of little red do-hickeys in the corners of my apps that apparently indicate I have unfinished business.
“Look at this!” one will exclaim as he draws in his brothers. “She has 72 unread text messages, 16 Snaps and apparently hasn’t looked at her reminders for the better part of a week!”
Since I am convinced my lack of storage has nothing to do with my Snaps or apps, I try to keep whatever son I have corralled for the time being on task, but to no avail.
“You have 712 notifications on Pinterest, 475 on Dropbox and do you even have an inkling of what you are doing with Twitter?”
“I just want to take pictures!” I say in my defense. “Is that too much to ask?”
Ultimately they go into a very complicated lecture that commences with, “All you have to do is …”
I would tell you what they say after that except that I mentally check out at this moment and hear nothing but “blah blah blah.”
They could do these things for me, you understand, but they want me to be “grown up enough” to learn how to do it myself.
Typically, I offer up a rebuttal to this argument by reminding them of things I have done for them throughout the years that are just as important – laundry, cooking and homework. Not to mention the wonderful childhood I gave them.
“What about the Cloud?” I asked during our most recent conversation concerning the lack of storage on my phone.
“What about it?” asked my son.
“Perhaps I could use the Cloud to transfer all of my pictures to our main computer and then Cloud them back if I need them on my phone.”
“Do you even know what the Cloud is?”
“It’s a type of Internet-based computing that provides shared computer processing resources and data to computers and other devices on demand?”
“She has no memory, yet this is the type of stuff she keeps in her head?” he responded.
They will all be home for Christmas break in a day or two and I will tell you this — unless they can figure out a way for the Cloud to help them with their laundry, they will be doing it all by themselves.
Lori Clinch is the mother of four sons and the author of the book “Are We There Yet?” You can reach her by sending an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.