I am slowly becoming more and more dependent upon my grandkids. Unfortunately there is an uneasy tradeoff here. In exchange for the least condescending assistance available at my home, I have to reveal my passwords. But then again, at least someone will remember them. And that is important because when my credit card gets cancelled, unannounced, once again, due to another data breach, someone needs to know how to get me back up on the iTunes store.
Then there is also the problem that since my grandkids last used the ‘flatscreen’, formerly called a tv, I am now looking at an option I never saw before, have no idea what it is and can’t get back to ESPN any better than I can name the former Republics of the Soviet Union. But the good news is my four year old grandchild will be coming over before the game starts. I have tried hiding the two (down from three) remotes. But one time I couldn’t remember where I put them. And of course there is always the fear my 1-1/2 year old grandchild threw them in the trash, and so racking my brain for the forgotten but nonexistent hiding place merely underscores how totally outgunned I am. The password thing has it own problems – semi-authorized downloads. The ‘semi’ refers to the authorization given by my wife provided they used my phone or computer.
Don’t know where this is all headed but for a guy who bought 8 track tapes, transistor radios and knows what a flash cube is, it can’t be headed up.